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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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' by Dylan Thomas October blows a symphony of sighs with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak arrival as I shuffle through the park, kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize. Swings unswung on, roundabouts without the rush of children stutter to a halt. October blood suffuses to the hilt my heavy heart, and calms a soul in doubt. Images, bright images that have no need of language, the pictures tell the tale, a gang of schoolboys, picnic-packed, hale and hearty, hoping for a hint of snow, their teacher, raven-black, with no command. Oaks stand guard, ramrod-straight like sentries, rhododendrons, strong and sprawling bushes, a place to smoke illicit contraband! The dial at sunlight's pleasure points to time, the weather vane makes plain the wind's direction, no need of clock or any vain contraption to guage the day, its reason or its rhyme. The stillness of the morning and the day-glow, and meadow grasses blessing me with softness, the rippled waters thrilling me with sweetness, what other measures do I need to know? October blows a symphony of sighs, of spells and incantations for the wise, who, weather-worn and beaten, seek the skies or haunt the woodlands for a siren's eyes; for nature is the most compelling teacher, companion to my father and my mother, she cavils, then is kind, just like a brother, and binds our earthly tapestry together.
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