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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Gardener and the Meadow
To it to me, it would never wilt not even through the drips of sand, or the ravines of strangling weed So ripe thy pretty rose is, with those red velvet lips and tender bosom to grasp Sweet is the coarse of her rhyme, roots yet unfurled but infinite they'll be in time Planter in love with the beautiful growth, he was earth and she was meadow Twine lock hair does do tangle, daisy anew the meadow's new ramble Just as seeds earth does grow, the planter's honey dew sour and no moon to show Still so prime is she thy rose, the Gardner’s love unrelenting but other roots dug deep he knew he lost the gamble Of no mention the earth will give, light shine on him for his burden and sins, all must be tucked, can he ever live? Thorn on every mold such a beauty to behold, never scratched or cut, the planter still has the golden green glow It flickers and flicks, the meadow weeds and whips, and so the earth loses some of its fertilizer Does it die, the gardener's pretty velvet flower? The meadow is raised and so to she has questions, not of nicks and pricks but of daisy left strung He thought he planted her right, away from weed and other life, yet off she grew To something old not anew Is it a bird or divine buzz? No, just fate as it's round just as earth and its bounds
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