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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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wind of creation and wind of the dawn, All thou caress is soon withered and gone. Born of the elements, battered and bare, All that is common, so briefly, made rare! Weaver of rhythms, sweet shimmering spring, Ruled by a beauty that flowers from weeds, Marked by the meadows that ripple and sing, Joy from its season, and strength from its seeds. Wind of fruition and wind of the noon, All that thou touch shall play softly in tune! Born of the rhythms, so sweetly they shine, Glowing with melody, vibrant as wine! Weaver of rhapsody, summer of gold, Ruled by a reason, reluctant to learn, Basking forever in glories that fold, Strength from its season, and wisdom, in turn. Wind of the harvest and wind of the eve, Rich-flavored fields where the warmth shall soon leave! Born of the rhapsody, worn with ill-use, Hopes poorly nurtured are ropes to a noose. Weaver of stories, the wisdom of fall, Ruled by the sorrow of days that grow gray, Knowing and loving, yet losing it all, Wisdom belated, then fated decay. Wind of perdition and wind of the night, Bringer of death and destroyer of light! Born of the stories ill-favored at end, All shall it sever, to sand shall it send! Weaver of chaos, the winter of waste, Ruled by the sword, as the ashes of Troy, All that was cherished, now charred and erased, Breaker to elements, molded by joy.
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