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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Tidelines Where land meets sea will always be a special place for me, Born by the coast, my early memories often seem to be, Of happy hours beach-combing, adventure mixed with leisure, As I searched the beach and tideline, for a host of hidden treasure. Sea glass sparkles in the sun in shades of green and blue, The mystery of a “Mermaid’s Purse”, which in my childish view, Was more than just a Dogfish egg-case, cast upon the strand, But fashioned for the use of some strange, Sea-siren’s hand. The shaped bone from a Cuttlefish, so white and light in weight, A crab-shell now vacated, which was Nature’s armour plate. A pebble of Carnelian, semi-precious in its beauty, All added to the total of my growing, childish booty. And even common seaweed was a source of fascination, As I popped the Bladder Wrack, in simple admiration, Of Nature’s innovation, and its infinite design, Even in the plants which grew in seas of salty brine. Driftwood scoured by the sands, in shapes so strange and twisted, Thoughts of distant shores from where those works of art have drifted. Shells of different shapes and sizes, many pastel hues, To add to my collection, which later I would use, On bottles and on boxes as attractive decoration, Presents for my family, from my shoreline exploration. The ever-present hope that the magic of the Moon, Would drive the next high tide to bring a Spanish gold doubloon, And leave it gleaming high and dry as I patrolled the beach, A precious piece of history, within my childish reach. Of course that never happened, but still today for me, There’s so much that I treasure, from my days beside the sea..
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