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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In A Grownup's Dream
Apple blossoms flutter in the breeze. Awakening, Barefoot to the brook we go, brightly scampering, Counting caterpillars discovered on our way - Daffodil and daisy picking this delightful day. Enjoying the earth’s rebirth, revitalized are we! Free, like foals we frolic through the fields with energy. Green surrounds us; onto grass gratefully we fall. Happy to have found this heaven, on a hill we sprawl. Invigorated by our rest, in a little while, Joyously we jump right up; we only have a mile. . . Knowing we are getting close, faster now we run, Leaping over lilies lying lush beneath the sun. Myriads of other meadow flowers now appear. Nature’s hidden splendor is getting very near. Over by an old oak tree, it’s coming into view! Picture perfect, it presents a pure and pleasant hue. Quickly we approach it, without a single qualm. Refreshingly it beckons us; our romp disturbs its calm. Suddenly we’re splashing , and later we will seek Tadpoles that are teeming in this, our secret creek. Until the sun has disappeared in the April sky, Vibrant crimson will have spilled through clouds. We say goodbye With great reluctance to our brook, which has been for us Xanadu! But now the warmth of home awaits us. Thus. . . Youthful frolicking is finished. We have left the stream. Zestful romps I may revisit in a grownup’s dream.
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