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
Pumpkins
Baby. You are so simple. September. You can fit in my tiny hands. Green and yellow decorate. White streaks. Tiny bugs. You are a child like myself, but one day you will grow and die. And I will forever be here, nothing but a child. You are humble, and quite. Tough. Thick skin on the infant. Many mistake you for ugly. I know you are joyful, my pumpkin. Pumpkin Patch. First grade. October. Cold. Crisp. Clear. Vivid. Orange, ocher yellow. Dirty dirt as far as the eye can see. Purple blue and grey stain the skies with awkward mountains. Plump, pure. This is a right of passage. An awakening of autumn. Dry brittle and broken the hay lays flat. Jackolantern. Black dark through the window. This is night. Laughing with knifes. One two three four. Yellow and red spots so small make this orange. Draw. This is easy. This is fun. I am young. Pale innards cover the kitchen. Cover our hands. This is family. Black triangles. Ridged teeth. Fic the bic and there’s the light. It is late. The dead dog whines. Those trees sway. Dream of funny faces and sweet pie. Hot wax drips onto the porch.
Copyright © 2024 Rebecca Anne. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs