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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The Perfect Storm
A perfect storm on its treacherous course, The wonder of nature and its powerful force. In the storm's eye, it is calm and serene, It's the mayhem around that lies in between. A power unleashed that knows not of grace, When ravaging landscapes, whilst leaving its trace. The heartbeat of thunder is a symphonic sound, The pandemonium surrounding is fierce and unbound. Yet here in the eye where silence resides, Is a moment suspended as fury collides. When inside the vortex, its strength and its might, The power of destruction is a wondrous sight. A world splintered into fragments and out of control, In the eye lies its chaos, looking through its porthole. Amidst all the turmoil, as the world, it explodes, You see plans for the future, as hope it erodes. With a future uncertain, with an end always near, As time it stands still in its own stratosphere. Remember, time that is lost it is never found again, Each second is a treasure we find it hard to retain.
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