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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Rhythms of Romance
The tides roll off and on the land. As ocean touches silken sand, we two go walking hand in hand. As if in sync, the palm trees are swaying in a warm breeze Another time when sun drops low, where cotton grows - to fields we go. In wind it looks like summer snow whose drifting down makes no sound. We watch it, and our hearts pound. A passion fills my heart for you. We leave the car; we’re dancing to “our song.” It moves us through and through. As cotton snow wafts – soundless, the spell I’m in feels boundless. Another time; another place. We sit beside our home’s fireplace. You read a sonnet. Lilting grace keeps my beating heart in time with its rhythm and the sweetest rhyme. We hear upon our window pane the cadence of a heavy rain, but we embrace the heat’s domain. Where crackling flames are dancing, we two will be romancing. I wonder as at night we’ve slept and as in dreams that we have dreamt, has our own breath still rhythm kept?
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