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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When First Magnolia Blooms
Coffee bean scent still fills the air with each new sunrise in our log cabin My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone. Every sky-night the glass-pane glows in silent mist Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds reflecting shadows on empty sheets. Star clusters shine'bove velvet shores sand-wish away from my bare toes Another day, another month, another year and a thousand thought, Can't preserve time or make a clone. First magnolia blooms on a stripped branch Buzzing bees extract nectar from a moist corolla Pastel wings flutter on melting icicles Sunbirds return with a sweet song, But what is a song without the symphony What is music with no slow dance. His hand-pressed petal still marks the chapter between stained pages The dusty shelves recall my mind recall my heart, recall my soul. For the last time before tomorrow these eyes would linger , Before leaves curl , before buds wither Before moons move on, and I let go. Revised repost.
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