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 it, 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.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required O' What Dark Winds And Evil This Way Comes, Tribute To Master Poe Dark world now born of morbid dreaded fear, Murmurs of creeping nights, sad falling tears Come dawn's tawny breath, horrors' icy stare Birthing sights of misery's stench of death Black winds blowing evil in chilling air; Moon and stars have in distance further fled, As one can almost hear cries from the dead! Alas! Such is true fright, no childhood dream, For slaying beast has crossed vanishing stream Life and joy crashing, catastrophe weds Weeping moans cry out as never before Fate soon calls for flowing of bloody reds; Reality laughs, rears its ugly head As death taunts, entering those sick in beds! Dark world now, its malignant curse pursue, Hope leaves upon midnight trains overdue Mercy balks, when mankind its truth denies Destruction builds up as mountains of woe Drain retribution touching dying skies; Ghosts stare back on world fires' brighter glows As hungry beast feasts in its dancing throes! Dark world now born of morbid dreaded fear, Murmurs of creeping nights, sad falling tears Come dawn's tawny breath, horrors icy stare Birthing sights of misery's stench of death Black winds blowing evil in chilling air; Moon and stars have in distance further fled, As one can almost hear cries from the dead! Robert J. Lindley, 4-06- 2020 Dark Rhyme, ( When Ill Winds Blow A Darken Curse To Slay )
Enter Author Name (Not Required)