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
Breakfast At Caeser's
BREAKFAST AT CAESER'S The brains of all the universe hide in the waste and cold of dark where thought can never make them worse and where they'll never leave their mark and never more take charge of man more than one time since time began. What follie's layed into your mind where kith is lost and dire in need as unborned failed to even find the spark of life on which to feed? Is being dumb come to be sin and so is cut the line that's thin? Dine on brahkwurst if you need fat but Caeser feels the constant need to have His pasta long and flat and sprinkled with pure mustard seed. And in your colon it may spread and freshen all that's in your head. Ah! Those are but the birds and bees! As welcomed as the day grows near, refreshing as an April breeze if it's the northern hemisphere, All time stands still until the tune Jesus is here, or coming soon. There's many slip twixt now and then and Caesers head is stamped on gold, he's gone to Palistine again to get away from damp and mold; and waste is waste upon the floor though left by one we'd all adore. If thought's upon your suicide in hope's the afterlife's more fun your disapointment can not hide no matter where your soul might run. Caligula has his breakfast here two poached in hot Italian beer. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © 2024 Vee Bdosa. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs