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
Pity Her
Pity her, the little lost girl Naught but a child, stranded by love Marooned on an island of her own devastation Look at her, how confused she seems, The loneliness staring from her hollow eyes See the silent workings of her mouth, Her lips murmuring words of longing and recrimination Observe, how her gaze searches the horizon, Flitting like a bird, her tear-wet eyes Trapped always in flight, Unable to alight, unable to find the purchase she needs – The figure of her lost love He is dark to her now, nothing but a shadow Receding on the cruel horizon And she is no longer exulted, no longer adored Sunlight shuns her, happiness leaches from her bones Leaving bitterness at the marrow She is dwindling into ashes, fading to black He has forsaken her, as they all do, one day or another He has drained her like a leech, she has nothing left to give Nothing but the stubborn love that clings like an imp, A thousand tiny black pixies swinging from her hair Pinching her in her sleep Goading her into hell fire and damnation Singing odes to suicide, to the quiet hollow peace of Oblivion Where maybe he waits for her, that old smile back on his lips And firelight dancing in his silky black hair…
Copyright © 2024 Amy Van De Casteele. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs