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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My Lost Legacy At the land’s end I stand, like my ancestors of Indus-Valley Looking for my lost legacy, while the tri-sea emitted in hue Dishes once prepared for celestial wedding but poured in adieu Into its mouth, as sand, shells and beads, in repeated dilly-dally. At the land’s end I stand, like rishi Agastya, who captured Whole River in his rage, once stood here on mission to level Peninsula Bharat as world converged for Siva’s marital revel In Himalayas; if crow marooned his rage, row my riches ruptured. At the land’s end I stand, like Parasurama who in a sober mood Once wielded his axe pushing Arabian Sea to make a land, lush With peppers, heating even snake Vasuki to vomit in holy blush; If paternal command made his matricide, fratricide pursued our feud. At the land’s end I stand where once stood Ramakrisna’s disciple After stirring conscience of world in Chicago; beyond here was held Assembly of great litterateurs ere the second was in temple city held; If ocean immersed my land and literature, emotion forged our typal. At the land’s end I stand still, as hands of time forever pull sun From eastern bay in its zeal of morn, only to push it down western Sea sealing day on its rolling wheel; legacy once to powers western I lost; I seek once again, striving with vigor tirelessly like the sun.
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