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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Death Tolls
The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls of the plover flock, long before they are spotted. The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky. Markings of white and coal black weave, wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream. Sigh makers they close on the beach at high tide, the horizon shivers the sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers light on the tattered edge of wet to dry, dawdling with the dead. Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their gray skull caps lined with a black brow. Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings, go on for endless miles. September is beginning and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores. The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music, the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off to the mud flats of Carolina. First Published Eunoia Review January 2015
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