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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The Eyes of Glass
A frame in the hall scans every face it passes; backed with silver skin nothing lingers long enough to show, what's best forgotten. A transparent film holds a blue wren on a wire, clouds over a hill, a view of reality sharp, stark, crisp, and suspended. Mist gathers as drips specked on cold surfaces, for fingers to trace the dots of obscurity into pathways through the blur. Rain pitter-pats, splats to streak, slowly down as tears running through the pane, each scene being rearranged drop by drop, one at a time. Panes defamed as stained are brightened with light's spectrum, revealing colors ruby, green, gold and amber spilled as shimmers on the floor. A mirrored ball spins, shedding bright colored spots, on smiling faces, dazzling bright in crowd eyes with stars that can't forget why. Beyond the breakers one white sail slips from the day into folded haze an old brass tube gathers what the horizon lets loose. A fortune-teller with a crystal sphere held tight in hands cupped with hope- watches as misty clouds swirl to penny farthing fortunes. These twain eyes of glass show fragments of perception none are wholly true- yet, we reach for our glasses to reshape our perspective. Straining to see stars we bring a dark tube to eyes between bare branches to reveal some more of what, the glass wants to give, our way.
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