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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Am I god's breath Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade, yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze, eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade. Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees of Erebus and Nyx Impish flames dance in noontime light morph to ghastly pirouetting demons leaping everywhere, undisciplined they grave alight red-hot searing daggers all-consuming. Summer's purifying salamander breathing. or earthly shibboleth? Jewel blue; no longer skipping over rocks the river, now near the end, is older, wiser, gently drifting west towards the busy docks. Autumn leaves of gold, like gentle boats, stir, floating towards sunset's end of chapter. Caught between the twixt; The winter forest seems to our eyes dead. Midnights new moon; the mother of the sky mystic dewgleam-silver lights the seedbed of decomposing earth, where fresh shoots testify new life once more this land will occupy. I'm Aether, or maybe six sixty-six.
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