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 it, 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.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Sounds of Spring About: This poem is describes my feelings of the season spring. How the wonders of it are a miracle. A place so green dries and dies, when the cold comes. Then blooms and grooves of new life of all God's creations. ATTENTION:All my poems are posted by me. No one else. Other websites, that I have uploaded my poems on are: forums.familyfriendpoems.com and wattpad.com (the username is the same on this website, as well as those: ricoelhady) When the sun lights up over the land, the groves grow golden red, under the light, The day then starts, with the clinging of the bells in the far east, and the roosters singing at dawn, the sun's golden rays peak out to play spreading all over the land, The blue jays sing, the flowers bloom, and the bees spread the scent, the day shines brighter than any other icy day, The game animals awake, to the sounds from the wind, they sing and perch to the instruments of day, The creaking of the old mill, on Grey's hill, wakes up the town, people of all ages boom through the day, clapping and dancing, to the rhythm of the day, The clouds embrace across the blue, cuddling and huddling the Sun and sky, sparking the land under a disco light, Me, what do I do? I sit nearby the big, blue river, listening, to the plops and ploops and plips, of the fish, jumping here and there, Today is a special day, the first time this year, nature decided to, sing the sounds of spring
Enter Author Name (Not Required)