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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Come Sit
Come sit upon my deck, it is covered with birdsong; bedecked in peace. Come tarry; let me pour a warm beverage of chocolate, tea or coffee. Listen to the tweets, twitters, bird-sweets. Come sit close, listen to nothing at all, but the peace between two friends. We will wait, we will watch for a.m. deer. Quietly, we sit, side by side, as the sun gives rise, reveling in God’s mercy - day by day, with Summer bare feet, sound mind, promise of newness. Come sit, as friends do, then eventually, their lips part with a passing remark. Nothing cool or wise, just a soothing tone, that lets the silent world know there’s life. Quietude trains, it is painted with rain and wildlife. Come, as the cool of morning, touches a heart of flesh and pink pyjamas. Come, as I sip my two-serving cup of peace and quiet, whistles, hooting, no hollering. There’s an occasional chirp, rarely a deer. Here’s hoping. Yesterday, I spied one alone, who hid behind a tree, momentarily, though it did not see me. Come, I say, come. I watch. We’d watch, or talk, or both. Perhaps, I’ve said too much. Let’s listen, as my skin steams, from my guzzled caffeine. Birds dance before me.
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