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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SMALL PERFECTIONS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ morning light slants gold through venetian blinds, slow as honey. summer stretches its limbs, yawns across the porch swing, and time dissolves like sugar in iced tea. hubby’s hand in mine—dry warmth, the rustle of leaves underfoot, a conspiracy of squirrels. the woods don’t care about our plans, and that’s the gift~ nowhere to be but here, no clock but the sun filtering down. December arrives wrapped in laughter, a tangle of mismatched chairs, too many forks, not enough plates. someone always burns the rolls. the carols rise anyway~ off-key, overlapping, a chaos of joy sharp as pine needles. blank pages are kinder than mirrors. They never judge~ only wait. My pen bleeds stories, coffee stains, and ink smudges like bruises I’m proud to carry. the wind howls its complaints, rattles the windowpanes. I let it. the mug warms my palms, steam curling into the air like a ghost of comfort. The cocoa is too sweet. I drink it anyway.
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