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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Snow Day
Sleepy trees remain still in the cool, crisp air as joyful sparrows dart from tree to tree. Clouds in every shade of grey paint the sky, and a silence -heard only in the dead of winter- is present. Soon, a newborn breeze begins to play a light sonata on the delicate wind chimes above the porch. The trees awaken to the music, and stir restlessly. I watch and wait silently with them. My nose and cheeks turn to a light rouge color. My skin begins to sting from the escalating winter winds. The blood in my fingertips stiffens. My eyes become dry and thirst for warmth and humidity. As I turn to open the front door, to blanket myself in the sultry air of the living room, I feel a tiny cold bite on my nose... then on my cheek... again on my lower lip... My eyes drift upwards to scan the grey sky, only to meet a cascade of what looks to be millions of miniature specks of white cotton. I allow the newcomers to penetrate the pink skin on my face, and I open my mouth to taste their pureness-- a taste that cannot be imitated by any other. I twirl in a whirlwind of circles, arms outstretched, eyes to the heavens. My inner child has emerged, and will bask in the perfection of this day.
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