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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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Winter's Reign
Deep within a pallid night moonbeams sing of shadow's flight. A rippling cloak, on loam snow fell, placed to herald winter's knell. Whispering winds on bloodless lands, a cold caress of unseen hands. Wisps of shimmering snow entrance atop the blanket like a fairy's dance. Quivering boughs of pine and oak vaunt slender limbs 'neath a silvery cloak. Bare and black and laden with snow the windswept beauty of branches held low. Through murmuring limbs the wind did gust, blowing spectral kisses of frozen lust. The moaning zephyr to dark realms fly, chasing silvery mists beyond the sky. Towering empyrean on horizon burn, blue fires of brumal sapphire churn. Flickering stars of crystal light, celestial sprites of an enchanting night. Pale citadel over midnight looms Cast blue shadow on Arcadian tombs. Moon's kingdom alight with chill desires, crown the hold of winter's spires.
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