Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download the photo graphic, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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My Name is Rose
I know that I am dying, I am fading fast, my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead; and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus, come the next dawn- I will be withered gone. A girl brought me to this vast place of deep tears, her sad weeping wet my soft red velvet petals; she had plucked me from my shade in her little garden, oh, I was so happy there growing by the fence. I heard her say the word baby in her sadness, then she placed me gently on this cold tomb to die; will I bring the baby peace- will the baby know me, soon we are alone, baby and me- hello I whisper. My name is Rose, soon I will join you in the other world, that night I watched the moon and stars above; for the last time I knew the dawn and then I gasped, all was still - I was in the hand of a child. The child pressed me to his lips and kissed me beautiful, my petals were no longer brittle cold but lovely; and here we lay under the blue azure sky and cool earth, a rose and a baby boy, joined in death by eternal love. For years we listen to birds singing and wind sighing, the rain gently falling and snowflakes drifting in winter; birds in circled flight above and distant whispers of love, and the tears of an old woman falling on our tomb. ____________________ August 23, 2016 Poetry/Personification/My Name is Rose Copyright Protected, ID 16-1215-360-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Strand Select 8 sponsor, Brian Strand Third Place
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