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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Victorian Christmas Past
Upon a grassy hill, so long ago, our lovely, old Victorian-style home was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright. So charming were the winding stairs that flared neath the cathedral ceiling's chandelier. Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens spread beside a stony brook that rambled on. A time I still remember- Christmas Day in nineteen fifty-three- age fourteen then, and I recall those very special hours at home, so cozy, warm with my loved ones of many generations, happily around the sparkling tree with old-time trim of bubble lights, glass balls, and Christmas songs playing softly on the record player. Extended family- my mom and dad, grandparents, brother, cousins, uncles, aunts- spent happy hours, and such a blessed time was shared as peace and love were felt by all as I, once the youngest, now the oldest generation, carry on that spirit and make traditions last, to someday be my children and grandchildren’s Christmas past.
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