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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November Woods
There's crimson on the trees, And gold against the blue. Clouds float across the sky, Above the colored roof. The green still hangs on pines, Though winter pulls leaves down. Trample them, stamp on them, Walking about the town. The winter hinted air, And vibrant foliage, Makes me look in wonder, At what's on forest's edge: The leaves are the color, Of the flame deep within. Burning through the forest, Of trees with sorrel skin. The lovely leaves linger, Only for a while. Lasting only as long, As my little smiles. The light shines down on them, And me as well, it seems, Making our colors true, As though it were a dream. The amber leaves fall down, Around me as I walk. They're forced to decompose. Their beauty makes them rot. And rot they will slowly, Beneath their sires old, And feed them by their roots, Now hither is the cold. But leaves will spring anew, In many, many days. I loathe for them to go, And loathe for their delays. Though, I know they will return, And paint the skies again, With their carmine fires, And flaxen gold lament.
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