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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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When words quiet my mind and awaken my spirit, I feel the seasons of life harmonize. But tedious thoughts and busy days return too fast, so I pocket the retrievable words, the simple notes of poetic music; my unsung lyrics and the rhythms make sense of chaos. I write in an explosion of feverish passion; I attempt to grip the hands of time. Words come out to dance in fiery night. I feel more alive, I feel in control of what shatters my solace, all that cracks my narrow path - the internal thunder from my own crashing cymbals. Regimented steps will never heal my wounds, my woes, so I write. Wishes made on lashes, copper pennies, or remains of half-lit candles may never come true, so I pray for my peace. A song escapes to heal a broken heart and pounding head, a song more hypnotic than a whirring wind of carefree souls in a weightless flight. I want to rise, enraptured within a bold sky of somersaulting clouds. In my eyes, sleepy horizons rest upon earth’s warm surface. Heaven gives birth to miracles and this day blushes in sunlight upon rosy cheeks. It seems my poem, with a life of its own, needs to rock gently, breathe in, maybe pass the time in meaningful contemplation. Only then will it climb, dangle above me, cling to my memory and glide on (separate from me) full, bare, uninhibited in a new, white-cotton sky. Intangible impressions shrink to fit on a tangible page until words are free. Then and only then does my poem fly over a weary day's setting sun and a cooling horizon.
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