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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One Brief Moment
Look...See how long nights are drawing in. Dreary birdsong gradually abates - Opaque dusk grows dim; And just outside the creaky little garden Gate, Stood opposite the empty wood Where the vacant threshold silently awaits, I pause, when, resonating quietly back... I now hear... Far distant echoes of my glorious childhood Tugging like a Siren upon my ear. With a heartfelt pang I turn to move, Before my staring should offend some Old friends ghost To manifest in vengeful affright, Towards the comforting sanctuary proffered By the warm kitchens weak neon light... That sneaks out from behind the half-shut Door, But held - Transfixed! Brought from wither-not-where to this one Small place - Staid... As if caught in a state of heavenly grace, Conversing to the soft wind in harmonious Angelic rapport:- Thus soothes like enchantments waves... Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore. For what be this odd muse That upon my aging senses does so readily Enthuse... And to my inner soul so inextricably Implore? Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to Say, Before darkly gathering skies extinguish Over weak flames of the last spluttering Ray, Perhaps it is our inner voice That seeks out the solitudes of Tranquilities choice - To witness and record and dutifully store... Those rare and fleeting moments We all too briefly adore.
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