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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I spoke gently to the Wind I sang praises to the Moon I stood firmly under the Sun I waded deep into a River I waited patiently by the Sea I walked tall through a Meadow I sat quietly beneath a Tree I whispered softly to a Raindrop I listened closely to a Flower I held a Mountain within my hand I found a Universe in a Brook I gazed at Clouds inside a Pebble I strolled a Forest lost in Mist and when the Day was finally through and when the Night had finally come and when the Dawn at last appeared and when I stood once again under the Sun I knew that in my Spring, I loved. That in my Summer, I laughed. That in my Autumn, I sang. That in my Winter, I cried in the blur of a blustery Gale disquieting everything that Ever Was blowing in from a restless Sea blowing down from the boreal North blowing across every Field and through every Vale and Town and when I listened to that Flower it spoke a thousand scented words that touched and pierced my Soul like a flight of spellbound birds in a dream that left too soon beyond the far ridge, calling me on this eternal afternoon.
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