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)Required Smooth wood Worn by water and air Never polished Escaped by the hands that touched it Ropes and tackle attached streaming up towards the sails All foreign to a land lover. When tied at bay she seems so tame and easy to control But set her free among the briny sea and you will see what she can bring And bring it she will and take it with pride and gusto For the winds were made for her sails and masts that anchor them to the deck The seamen go about their business as though in a dance or a jig perhaps But one not for feint of heart They cuss and scream and talk about ones mother all in a days work Unless of course you cross a line then there’s trouble about In the night of the galley or the berth were there may lay trouble can find a weak man And leave him there till day. But it only takes a warning for each man has a job to do And without him that means more work for the others And less sleep between call So they sort out their business and carry on as one must But don’t think you can sleep the day away and not get a lump on the head For they are watching you and you them and never in between shall a man lay his head down before his time. Now the sea’s rolls in and o’er the bow tis time take on ones rest. First call comes early and some men like it the best. I prefer four bells in the wee hours of the morn’ When the rooster crows if you can imagine that at sea and the Southern Cross is high in the sky. I’ll take my chance with the wind and the sea and see what God brings. And I’ll swing her around and head for the China Sea if that what fancies me. For we have been on this ship for more than five years and yet to make land for a day. A ghost ship you may call us. Lost at sea and never found. But our wood is smooth and berths are clean and we never lie about love and women. For Captain Peterson was an honest man taught us the books of the Lutherans. But we buried him in an island town about ten years ago. And since then I have sailed this ship to heaven and to hell. It’s time to rest and bring her to shore but now no one wants to leave. Our land legs are gone and the desire to walk with the weak leave us less than desire. So shove off again and head to the seas and I’m sure the wolf of the north wind will find us. And we will laugh and cuss till she brings us under.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)