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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Singer of the Song
My sweet sojourn has sung the hum of song in wind.... For all the forest sings, beauteous ring most melodious on the wings of 'poor' creatures, feathered beings; thy speckled chatter to shade the dappled moss-bank, (so) silt on the fringes of bubbling brook, Always glory to the pledges of earth, with little nest-homes on the dimples of life.... how full the fields of melody-manna, the gossamer fattened worm, in early morn, grubs abound for fledgling mouths; To feed the future with tender sound, quick cries, chirp-warble proud; the robin clucks and red wing blackbird singer atop the boughs (prima-donna of sky) warble-wind chimes ---- and shooting 'pews!" (what kind news!) and often: 'mews!' The clouds shall lift and sun will come and fly to warmer climes; children upon the bright winds, as feathered Lords wide with diadem hymns, Perched on the cottage banks, the hills at thy back sing with new-earthy hues; the rainbow has found a home one mount to each, how gold glitters in the folds of lilting noon..... the lilies upon the land sway, The day is windswept from a lofty angel breath, to tether new-life ripe with melodies met; I have come in my druid garb, and meshed in the weave of worlds filled with God's smile; prophet of the wood..... (to fulfill as Wordsworth would) I welcome all to my school.... in the easy cool, and sit in shade ----- observe the warmth of the world, Christ has made me ----- a hope to smile with all of you; My strength is only as long as you all (shall sing with me!)
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