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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Words Where do words come from? In moments of exhilaration or despair They come unbidden, sometimes tumbling, Sometimes meandering, making their uninvited way, The welcomed unwelcome guest. Thoughts of you lay dormant, Quietly biding their time until chance Encounter on Facebook summons them, And they turn inward to words past, The remembrances of love. The soft belltone of a wineglass Tapped to ring in the splash of ruby, Lubricant of words, key to Disinhibited recall of feelings and touch, The gentle caress of Bacchus’ arms. Thus unlocked, I await their coming, Expectant, hopeful, certain of their power, To charm and persuade, yet Still uncertain they will answer my call, Fearful they will betray me. Where are you, words? Why do you not spring forth, my champions, My shimmering knights, when the Dragon emerges from her lair and breaths Her sweetly perfumed fire? You are my caparisoned destrier, My lance, my sword, my shattering mace; You are my armour bright, To win me fortune at the tilt, My Lady’s token favour. Ah Words, you desert me!
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