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
Theodore J Wigglesworth
This here's the story of a jaunty young fellow His name was Theodore J. Wigglesworth A distinguished sort of a chappy he was Who lived in the small town of Perth Every morning at the very first light of dawn Mr. Wigglesworth could usually be found Sitting on Margaret Higginbotham's front porch Playing the flute and acting the clown Rumours had it, that Margaret was betrothed To the jovial Mr. Archibald Clodsmuir Mr. Clodsmuir was the popular baker in town Whose reputation was flawless to be sure So the story goes, young Theodore was driven To win the hand of the lovely Miss Higginbotham Even if it would result in a duel to the finish With Mr. Clodsmuir, to defend his reputation The gauntlet was thrown and the very next morn The two stood back to back on a hill The countdown began as they walked twenty paces To determine whose blood would be spilled They both whirled and fired, two shots rang out Mr. Wigglesworth slumped to the ground And sadly, Mr. Clodsmuir also succumbed Then an unearthly silence, not a sound So as it turned out, Miss Higginbotham never married As their spirits still court to this day She sits by their graveside knitting and signing “You guys sure screwed up, I must say!” © Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © 2024 Jack Ellison. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things