Home » Poems » Poetry Art » Poetry Art / Greeting Card Maker

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.

Text
Layout
Background

Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required
Memorial Day 2000 Dedicated to Those Left Standing Written: by Tom Wright 5/8/00 Monuments, Fashioned of assorted granite stone, Neatly standing, As if in manicured rows; A memorial, To friends and loved one's gone, Their numbers uncontrollable, For each year it always grows. Oft times from deep in solitude, In sadness, I'm reminded, And at mere sight Of one small flag; I swell with pride And oft by tears am blinded. Desperately trying in my spirit, Not to brag. I, in deepest thought, On this 2000 Memorial Day, Am silently taken back To the place of Flanders Field, Where neat white crosses Stand by the way, As if cloned, among red poppies, It's only living yield. I see a Moving Wall Meticulously chiseled in granite black; Bearing Viet Nam casualties, Each, remembered by name; I think of those yet living, And about their lack; As for their treatment, We all must share some blame. Those, perhaps, Once forced to fight a war. Said by many, To have been unjust;. But duty bound to country, In that land afar, In God's hands, Put their lives and trust. To those of Desert Storm Having experienced combat days, I shall endeavor to remember Those who fell, And those, Yet baring scars of war in another way; Those haunted by tormented faces, Scud Missiles and deaths smell. Hero's who served, And gallantly died; To those I cannot express, The trappings of my heart; To those who served, And returned with pride Let thanks, gratitude and prayers, Be my humble start.

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

Color:

Main/Poem Text

Color:

Background Position Alignment:
LeftCenterRight | TopCenterBottom

Tall Bkgds
Wide Bkgds

Upload Image:

Fit to HeightFit to Width

10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:

Fit to HeightFit to Width

Like: https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/ce_Finnaly_home_soare.jpg

Layout: TallShort

www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry

Those Left Standing

Memorial Day 2000 Dedicated to Those Left Standing Written: by Tom Wright 5/8/00 Monuments, Fashioned of assorted granite stone, Neatly standing, As if in manicured rows; A memorial, To friends and loved one's gone, Their numbers uncontrollable, For each year it always grows. Oft times from deep in solitude, In sadness, I'm reminded, And at mere sight Of one small flag; I swell with pride And oft by tears am blinded. Desperately trying in my spirit, Not to brag. I, in deepest thought, On this 2000 Memorial Day, Am silently taken back To the place of Flanders Field, Where neat white crosses Stand by the way, As if cloned, among red poppies, It's only living yield. I see a Moving Wall Meticulously chiseled in granite black; Bearing Viet Nam casualties, Each, remembered by name; I think of those yet living, And about their lack; As for their treatment, We all must share some blame. Those, perhaps, Once forced to fight a war. Said by many, To have been unjust;. But duty bound to country, In that land afar, In God's hands, Put their lives and trust. To those of Desert Storm Having experienced combat days, I shall endeavor to remember Those who fell, And those, Yet baring scars of war in another way; Those haunted by tormented faces, Scud Missiles and deaths smell. Hero's who served, And gallantly died; To those I cannot express, The trappings of my heart; To those who served, And returned with pride Let thanks, gratitude and prayers, Be my humble start.