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 the photo graphic, 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 dream of you (to JEW)
What shall I see when I see a picture of you Frame against rainbow of eternity? I dream of you ... upon the canvas of my heart ... Will your eyes melt the sonwflakes, do they Like the sea glisten with the glow of hidden pearls Are your ears to be the promegranates of my tongue And how shall your lips taste to me? I have dreamt of sweet pineapples, or mangoes Or some cool sweet thing red with passion Inflaming the skin The first otaheite apple of the season. When you smile, do your lips move like a palm Slowly yielding to the joy of the wind And shall dance from sip to sip a hummingbird Longing to enter the deep throated flower? I want to see you delicious as happiness To hold you inthe perfect pear of my heart Where sunrise lingers long, and night is like a song. My spirit longs to cuddle you and build my nest Upon the cushion of your brimming breasts. O but the night has long, long miles to cross And spirit glees while flesh counts the distant cost.
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