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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Heart Astray
I have a secret hidden deep, And that is where it must needs keep. If love is one you wish the best, Can truly say forget the rest, A trusted friend you know is true, Admired by the knowing few. A few, I think, have loved me, But mine is not who they should be. With no begrudging, breath to flame, There's only one whom I could name. When, at night, I cannot sleep, Every other thought I steep, Will take the form of worried hope, For one more day for one to cope. Other lives do not bring worry, And yet to one my cares will hurry. I try each day, not to speak, Of one whom I can never seek. And to the one I daily touch, I'll wonder if I've said too much. The only one for whom I'd pray, Would hate the thought if said that way. With each of us of Albert's ilk, It comes to not with silent silk. Yet now I know there will be two, For summer brings his breath anew. My tiny heart will soon forget, The one for two that I'll beget. The one will know and take a seat, To selfless smile and happy greet, A more befitting love of mine, For whom to write a simple rhyme.
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