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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Jupiter - The Planet
All enduring, all empty, all lies black, This is the velvet on which stars are born; Cold clouds collapsing as waves inward pack, Hydrogen fusing to fire its first morn. Suns swim in the shadows of space, Lighting like luminous lace. But there are hills that no mountain can be, Jupiter lacking the mass for a star; Though, so better; so better glow to see, Rapture in heavens, soft twinkling afar. With brilliant beauty eyes to fill, Dwarf to suns, yet giant still. Slow somber silksome shadows, soft, alone, Wild streaming currents, and moons race around; Copernicus, Galileo had shown, Proved from their orbits, the ancients unsound. A jewel in its solitude set, Mysteries but half known as yet. O, soft splendor of eve, is all but show? Drawing the heart, but no heart beating back? Soft serenity, secrets seems to know. Can it hold answers for what our lives lack? The universe is formed from things, Yet its beauty softly sings.
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