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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Christmas night reflections
Fluttering beneath the newly cut Festive green hollies, Decked out with heaped drapes Of freshly fallen snow, A bold little red breasted Robin, Busily searching, Cheerfully hops to and fro. Darting between the soft, swirling flakes Of unique crystalline, driven without respite, He alights upon his sheltered perch And begins to shrilly trill: Against the on coming, long Drawn out Christmas night. For the drawing darkness is deepening, Whilst the harsh wind blows so chill; And, gently waking From nonsensical dreaming, I harken to the old dog Fox, As, barking, he pads on down Through the gorse strewn hill. Suddenly stirred from dozing Idleness, As the charred log shifts and settles in the grate, I recall with vivid fondness: Some old memories, good times, The well meant promises I did so earnestly to undertake. Of old acquaintance... Not forgotten, And those that were Or are no more, Of circumstance and friendship: And of they That daily come To pass through my open door. But now the flames from the fire, Dancing in the frosted window panes, Are calling for the poker So I may stoke the blaze again; For turning my warming back Upon the locked out winters keep... I hear that steadfast little Robin Sing once more - As I fall back into uncontested sleep!
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