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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Flat Pack Wobbler
Flat pack Wobbler Procured from mega shop, a straight-lined box amid a cardboard wall Where jig saw chattels rise above the queues of flatbed wheelies And underarm catalogues patterned with an iconic list of what they are When the blocks are sequenced and affixed with laborious strife A transformation takes place that gives the pack new form herewith Long live the flat pack table and its tedious sway in frail chipboard Seated upon upon a quartet of nailed on props that creak objection It takes its varnished place in harmony with four bolted chairs that match And for a while it serves to hold the plates and cutlery just grand Until the careless etch of scratches weave marring patterns on its top Forever to remain as though a work of scribbled art and wrinkled mess No longer wavelets in the soup, a tidal wave is now the norm when the legs teeter Today the food’s aslant and the drinks decide to slide and slither to the floor The props have given way, they’re tired and now submit to glory And the table returns again to flat pack with eternal gratitude quartet of props
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