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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Listen to the Wind
I listen to the wind as it dries my tears because its flowing current is wiser than all my years. ~ Quote by poet Wind is never silent, echoing its cries Sings in the night to stars in celestial skies Stories are told upon the rushing wind but in the telling, never does it feel chagrined. Quicker than a heartbeat, it errantly flies. Across mountain peaks its music is heard. In harmony, I listen to every word. I feel the cold of its temperate sting and along with its beckoning lyrics, I sing. When its message touches me, I am stirred. In a gentle voice through meadows, it talks Capturing my attention on morning walks Inviting me along with flowers to take flight to soar to the moon. I'd accept the invite if I had pinion wings like eagles and hawks. I listen to the wind as it howls without grace, blows briny waves of saltwater in my face. It speaks of love in such a solemn breath In its stillness, sometimes I hear it mourning death.
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