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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I will send a piece of me to you Through the thinness of the morning air, It will penetrate your eyes of blue And remain inside your heart forever. I will send a piece of me to you Over poppies, vilets and roses, It will vanish in a church's pew And resurface where your soul reposes. I will send a piece of me to you - You alone in all of humankind - It will disappear from my view And become a figment of your mind. I will send a piece of me to you - Nowhere else I'd send it to instead - I will tell you to take it - take two - And retain them all inside your head. I will send a piece of me to you Over oceans and over lands, It will be so supple and so new - Mold it, mold it, mold it with your hands. I will send a piece of me to you - A created piece, a piece complete - Let it be your own, I say this too, To just trample underneath your feet. I will send a piece of me to you I do not know where, nor even when, I will send it how, I wish I knew, To expire and live in you again. I will send pieces of me to you In the winter, summer, spring and fall, And inside your being they'll accrue Until I am none and we are all.
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