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.



Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

       
Color:

Main/Poem Text

       
Color:
Background Position Alignment:
  | 
 

Upload Image: 
 


 
 10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:




Like: https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/ce_Finnaly_home_soare.jpg  
Layout:   
www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry
The Private Eye
It’s a cold dark night on this end of town The street lights above flicker to a rhythm Standing, waiting, why? I don’t exactly know. But I’ll continue here and remain a shadow. There, the door opened and she walked out. She was a beauty, makeup done so right. The show was flawless, she was perfection. She turned to her friends and said goodnight. Stepping out to the street, she hailed a taxi, “Fifty second and third, quickly” she said. The Whitman Motel, room 303 like always Is where she meets that man, takes him to bed. A sorry life she has, a sick husband at home, But she finds the time to get what she needs. I, I work for the husband. Paid eyes for him, In the morning I’ll give him the pictures to see. Who knows what will happen after the news, Confirmation of suspicions, proof to be shown. Will they divorce, or will it be much worse? I don’t really care, no reason to know. My next job waits. A woman will pay me. Husband works late each evening she thinks. But, I’ll do some digging and report the good news Then spend all the dough on cheap broads and drinks.
Copyright © 2024 Michael Degenhardt. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs