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 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.



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Images Searing cold vibrations ringing in the well; shifting sands in the moonlight obscuring the only trail. A song sinking, shattered upon a dissonant reef; pregnant clouds low flying over the tidal grief. Voices in crescendo of sharply focused gall; severed strands fraying in the fabric of the soul. Frail wings in the darkness fleeing a ruptured storm; footprints in the desert, leagues away from home. Pale cheeks in black boxes hewed from fated pine; black lace and white candles sputtering in the rain. Reckless thirst rippling placid pools of bliss; a rusty mirror reflecting faint imprint of a kiss. Fragrant guile oozing down a fickle brow; faithless eyes drowning in the melting of the snow. Wormy bark peeling on bent sapling in the glen; a crown of weighty branches bowing to the wind. Such are the graying images painful in the grasp; kaleidoscopic fragments of life's fragile glass, embedded in the depths of memory's own thick balm congealing in the ashes of a time long since gone.
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