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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It’s dark. The sky is a mixture of deep navy blues and dirt browns. Stars are littered across the sky, Thrown out by passersbys unnoticed, Impossible to see without looking. I am sitting on a swing. There is no one in this park except me, And it’s just barely sprinkling: The first instances of a storm incoming. My eyes are on the dirt below the swing. My feet move back and forth, creating An ugly pile of misplaced soil that would Otherwise have been smooth. My eyes feel wet. I can’t tell if it’s the rain, or if it’s me, or if it’s my hair, soaking from the heavy showers that happened earlier. You walk in. You are standing behind the swingset From a comfortable distance, staring At my back as I look into the soil, Sitting on the swing, unmoving. Hair soaked, eyes wet, and unmoving. You stand still for a bit. You can imagine the sounds the swing Would be making if I were moving. But it’s just echoes of the children Who were there yesterday. Happy, hair dry, eyes glistening, running. Then me, Hair soaked, eyes wet, and unmoving. You walk away.
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