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 Meadow
I see a meadow, Simple and plain, But it speaks to me, And it speaks of the fallen men, And all its seen slain. Flowers bloom at its edge, Seems of a comforting place, But it spoke to me, It spoke of the war, Man to man, race to race, From its edges to beyond the ever far. Only green, green grass, But I can see it now, Red blood upon the field, And the courage the men must wield. I can hear the shouts, From the broken meadow, From all it has seen, It shall never forget, What it must clean. Blood soaked meadow, Bodies beneath the earth, Where war was once fought, Is now a place of mirth. No one knows, Only the meadow and I, Of the many horrid things, That took place that day. I look below me, And grieve, For the fallen and dead, As the tears beckon my sleeve. The meadow, As lonely as it may seem, And the beauty it now holds, We know the truth, So I sit, and never move, As the rest of its story unfolds. I can see it all, I shall never forget. One day, Another shall pass, To see a meadow, Simple and plain, And I will rise, To tell them of those who had been slain.
Copyright © 2024 Genesis Quihuis. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs