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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Who am I
Who am I? Once I was a man, working in my field Thinking of comfort, what comfort it would yield. I was working hard, from early early dawn Until the nightfall, when all the lights were gone. In my bed at night, I dreamt of the sky I changed into bird, I broke the cage to fly. I flew in my dream, thinking of extreme Searching to find love, making life supreme. I stretched both my wings, dreaming of spring Dancing in the sky, learning how to sing. In my dream as a bird, my day turned to night I slept on a tree, dreaming with no fright. On a tree that night, I dreamt of a man Sleeping in his bed, dreaming all he can That man left his mark, from morning until dark Got tired of his pain, he fell asleep in park. He slept again so fast, to escape from his past One more dream of joy, hoping to see at last. He changed again in rage, to bird that flew from cage Drunken from morning dew, garden became his stage. Until he fell asleep, once more as bird so deep He dreamt again as man, who cries himself to sleep. I know you’re confused, or maybe a bit amused Perhaps I am that bird or man that is confused. 12/24/2015
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