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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O sing to me of Luskentyre's white sands, Sing of the distant Hebrides, And in each note I'll hear the whispering wind Searching the machair in a soft lament, On memory's wings to carry me away To a land where sea and sky hold sway, Where the sound of waves on a windblown shore A wearied soul may wondrously restore. O sing to me of glistening Luskentyre, Changing with light, now pastel soft, now bold, With shifting bands of multi-hues, sky blue Or shades of grey reflecting an approaching storm. Sweet Summer's shades to monochrome give way, Relentless storms sweep in across the bay, As winter skies release a deluge drear, A chink of light will offer welcome cheer, O sing yet more of Luskentyre's fair strand, My heart uplifted at such sweet refrain, The haunting melodies of a thousand years, Etched deep within my soul, there to remain. With indigo-tinted Taransay in view Across the silver sands, I dream anew. The wild Atlantic beating on the shore, Here would I gladly bide to roam no more.
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