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.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wild winds blow the mists of earth and dreams, Across the plains of waving grass and in the star strewn fields. Of mind driven scenarios where things are not as they seem, A noise of thunder shakes the land to its very core, Of hooves splashing in boggy pools reflecting night sky, Dispersing green mist to night mares song amid those who die. Over the plains of Epudae rushes the wild herd, Thunderous hooves he grass and splash in boggy moss filled water, She sits upon his back her body filled with his mighty power, Caresses his sinewy neck as a lover in passions flower. No other is good enough no mortal man this strength, Epona godeess of equine race loves none but her mighty steed. He has never been named or ever been tamed bred for her alone, Colour of his mane caught in wild winds blow from gold to black it flows, Stretching from his head and mingles with his goddess tress, She bends her back and sings to the sky with pleasure and a moan, Her silken shift clings to her tight accentuating her womanly shape, As across the plains of epudae towards her peoples home. From ancient days and olden ways she has ridden her mighty mount, In many lands folk have bowed to them in return she has blessed, Some day a time will come when her aura will surely dim, Forgotten by most to the land she will be lost, Only in secret places with those who remember still, They will speak with her and listen in the night hearing thunder in the wind.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)