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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Washed Away
The old pictures, borders coiled like dried autumn blades, give only glances. A youthful laugh, unheard now, a sun long set on that certain day. I try to piece it together, the scent of the salt air then, the weight of a hand in mine. But the details drop, like sand through open fingers. There are times, sharp and sudden, a song on the radio, a particular shade of blue, that spark a phantom voice. But the full narrative, it recedes. It's as if a mild current is often pulling, repulsing the fine lines, blending the vibrant colors into something softer, less defined. "Memories buried in the wavering wash of time," they are there, I know, just down below, harder to touch. Like old tokens at the bottom of a changing, sunlit stream. And perhaps that's the blessing, the tender fading, leaving only the essence, the warm hum of what once was, not the sharp pain of what's gone.
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