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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Silver Slippers
Silver slippers sliding off her feet, sparkling heels, Suspended beat of the air, the feel of surrender to the pumpkin skies, the rise of parting souls. Bare feet, barely touching the stairs; the tip toes of spiraling rails. Her midnight blue gown swooshing, swaying, twirling. The moon glittering like her tiara. Poof, like magic, she’s disappeared, as his hands fondle one of the shapely shoes; perfect though they’d been used in romantic tango half the night. The cool night air still holds her lips, her breath, the essence of her charm, her slippers. He dare not turn back the clock - hears its melody chiming. Her timing was impeccable, almost laughable, as the princess-dolts had already stepped on his toes, their knees creaked, and all were wildly anxious. But she showed up at the top of the stairs, suspended time, then descended the winding way, all along lifting his eyes, biding her time. The only son, ready to take the throne - his palms were wet, his knees trembled, love at first sight, before she even spoke. She didn’t disappoint. She could sing and dance. Where did she come from? He’s too entranced to ask, but as courage comes the clock strikes. and she runs away like a ghost…
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