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 the photo graphic, 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 Wondermakers
He's a wonder maker- grapes and figs and fistfuls of rosemary sprigs given to guests in a still stormy sky A welder to solder a sculpture on Sunday done and attached in a blink of an eye He'll make you the perfect stiff black cup of coffee and slave over round perfect pancakes in morning A master of truth, even when it is painful -a trait quite remarkably just like her father- He knows an old camera like a black and white friend and teaches her fingers to these images rend To climb every boulder, he'll search out the woods a grindstone to shoulders, a zesting for life. He'll ask you the books that you've read in a while He'll serious talk you, then break like a smile. All in the ease of a Sunday. She's a wonder maker- tetris and tea 'till the night smacks the dawn, into her, into me with an eagerness which supercedes even sleep She's long and lean in a match to the Dobermans off on her way to the dog park to play But then she's in flames with the hair on her head, vintage scarf, quite Pucci, on a brilliant Sunday She's ready to jet set to London or Paris She'll work like a tiger to brittle your shell a thousand odd pieces she'll help you pick up and you'll let her, just for the fact that she knows you so well. Each song that she hears, that she loves, becomes hers and she won't let you rest 'till you turn to agree She twirls him in kitchens and takes him 'round dancing to the tune in her head, to her own melody. All in the ease of a Sunday.
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