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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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Homecoming at evening for her and the birds. They settle in, she watches them, white whorls on green, wreathing tree tops, as is their wont, until sentries spot storm clouds, sound an alarm, (word- wings their e-for evolutionary mail,) telling wary ones to take flight, find other asylum, though where is that in open sky? Only the brave remain to witness wind chimes gone ballistic on a piggy- back ride without which they cannot reach their climax. Only the courageous stay to mark wild thrashing of leaves, needing a conductor for their language. Yes! trees must have this choreography, this knowing baton to tell their stories, and she who comes to translate takes out her pen, calling for Eros, not Erato to arm- wrestle words to paper. Would that Michelangelo's David be prescient in all his sculptural splendor, rated A for Anatomy, or Saint David, patron of poets, as pure as a saint is obliged to be, converting revelation to writ. As the recorder makes haste to capture syllables in the wind, small turtles lift their black arrowheads asking blessing from their bread-crumbs benefactor. As to what the poet asks? Who is there? Who listens? Hold close the moment. No one escapes their darkness. Therein, a cautionary tale.

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Homecoming at evening for her and the birds. They settle in, she watches them, white whorls on green, wreathing tree tops, as is their wont, until sentries spot storm clouds, sound an alarm, (word- wings their e-for evolutionary mail,) telling wary ones to take flight, find other asylum, though where is that in open sky? Only the brave remain to witness wind chimes gone ballistic on a piggy- back ride without which they cannot reach their climax. Only the courageous stay to mark wild thrashing of leaves, needing a conductor for their language. Yes! trees must have this choreography, this knowing baton to tell their stories, and she who comes to translate takes out her pen, calling for Eros, not Erato to arm- wrestle words to paper. Would that Michelangelo's David be prescient in all his sculptural splendor, rated A for Anatomy, or Saint David, patron of poets, as pure as a saint is obliged to be, converting revelation to writ. As the recorder makes haste to capture syllables in the wind, small turtles lift their black arrowheads asking blessing from their bread-crumbs benefactor. As to what the poet asks? Who is there? Who listens? Hold close the moment. No one escapes their darkness. Therein, a cautionary tale.