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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April Showers
10/3/17 What is it? What is it? It's something new! Can you tell me? Or do I tell you? I do not know what this queer thing is, But it brings a sense of joy and bliss. A burst of color, a beautiful thing, My stomach is fluttering while my heart doth sing. On this rather rainy day, What are these things anyway? Falling, falling, from the sky, So many questions, yet no reasons why. But this little thing above my head, Will protect me, or so they said. Wet my little back should be, It always seemed odd to me. I'm all propped up upon my bench, As I look at the grass, green and drenched. Then I look at the burst of color, bright, And I compare to the clouds, soaking the light. Then I moved my little shelter amiss, So my little face the rain could kiss. And my little red and white polka dot umbrella stood amid the rain and grass, And maybe just until, the flourishing rain will pass.
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