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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At the edge of day, shadows dance silently
At the edge of day, shadows dance silently, The sunrise reminds us of sunsets lost quietly, Light has been our companion, yet darkness whispers near, We live our lives in celebration, while death silently waits here. Young we were, with wings of wind toward the skies, Yet old age approaches softly, with footsteps in disguise, With mountain strength, we face storms without regret, Weakness awaits us, like an old secret unmet. In crowds, we lost ourselves, seeking dreams within, Loneliness echoes like a forbidden din, We embraced friends in dances of hope's embrace, Yet envy sneaks in, casting shadows in its place. Loves we had, fires burning in endless nights, Hatred carves its place in corners of wounded sights, Downfalls were lessons, whispers of clay on the road, Heights call us with promises of ash bestowed. We navigate the river of time, eternal grain of sand, Between dream and reality, yearning becomes bland, We seek our path beneath the ever-changing sky, In a melancholic waltz of life passing by.
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