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 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.



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The Strip Show
Dressed to the nines the envy of tall pines, This tree on the sidelines others outshines. Flashing new colors of red, orange and gold. Proud as a peacock, standing tall and bold. But then a gust removes a garment stitch. Brings back a previous embarrassing glitch. Showing how pride is fleeting and fragile. When the dazzle travels and it all unravels. If only these limbs would bend at the elbow. I could avoid those looks with raised eyebrows. But instead I stand there bare Pretending others won’t stare. Of all the times to loose Your treasured clothes would choose, Not when the temperature drops. But a different season one would opt. Alast my duds arrive in buds And once again I blend in with studs. Clothed in a velvet green suit A forest green fedora to boot. Carefree Summer of long days and short nights. Kids climbing up to retreive their lost kites. Or sweethearts leaving their initials in bark. Surrounded by that universal trademark. Then I remember what previously happened. When in horror my shirt lost a button. I recall last Fall with a sheepish grin. Oh my goodness, here it goes once again.
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