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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Good News
Good Evening, the BBC presents The highlights from the days events I pass you now to Sally Hughes Who brings you all the evening news Today in Paris, bomb explode, did With paralise, electric grid The Gendarme closed major routes While soldiers search with guns to shoot Fears eighty people may be slained More than a score, badly maimed The Euro falls against the pound A wildcat strike on underground Bringeth commute upon a stop Catching travellers on the hop The murderer that roamed the land Has now been caught, we understand Finally on a lighter note A chimpanzee befriends a goat They never leave each others side The owner said with bursting pride Now my colleague John report sporteth stuff One goal for Arsenal was not enough In the fourth round of the FA cup Everton did Arsenal whoop With goals galore, more than a brace Midweek defeat, now saving face Success too at Wimbledon With three straight sets, against his one The champion, four in a row Calls it a day, its time to go I place my racquet on the floor For I no longer, achieve more Let some new blood, attain my crown Meanwhile, upon the Epson Down The favorite,s out, will take no part With murmer found upon his heart Its sad to hear, his jockey states Racing not, is what he hates I pass you now to my friend Lou Who bringeth weather news for you Showery rain, doth teem until Fall of snow, be-hammer hill Then forked electric cracketh the sky While thunderous drums boomed up on high The once calm river tormenteth banks By rising climb on each its flanks Then suddenly as all begun A quiet comes as peeps the sun With warmth of beam and lance of ray Wildlife chatter at end of the day And that is all we have this night So taketh care and sleepeth tight The BBC return on morn With tales anew, of hate and scorn
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