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 Cold
I stand alone from everyone. In the dark morning shadow, cast down by a tree. It's long branches lingering above, reaching out to touch me. I wait for a ride, with my hands down by my side. The breeze comes, singing in the tree. Sweeping its way towards me. Its cold. Yes very infuriatingly cold. It crawls up my skin and sends... little prickles. My flesh freezing to the slightest touch. Unable to move much. I feel bitter, for I hate the cold. It makes me feel old. For I am forced to remember, the old life I once lived. The things I had to give. The words left unsaid. The long ago snowy starry nights, full of porch and street lights. Yes I remember very clearly, those dreadful long and lonely nights. I had my sister to keep me company, but no father. For he would always be mad. Mad at me, mad at to whom or what I might turn out to be. I hated him and with him, I hated the cold. The cold, that now sinks deep within my flesh and into my soal. Dedicated to my Bastered father
Copyright © 2024 Amanda Lytton. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things