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
8 Vs 2
"Aaagh", a yelp for help pierces the air. I rush in my underwear to stop and stare. For there in the empty bath, he sits and laughs, ha ha ha. Here the battle must commence. It's scary hairy legs vs hairy scary legs The victor free to roam the home The loser sit alone and moan "Stand clear my dear for I am here" "This mighty beast shall be slain to never again cause you pain" Me vs the spider, the fear rising inside us Then subsiding as it turns to heightened focus. Me vs you, 8 legs vs 2 Both of us clueless as to who will make a move. Without much of a plan, I scan the bathroom shelves. For a weapon to arm or defend myself. "Understand this Mr Arachnid, your fate is imminent" But the implement of torture is something I am short of. Perhaps I'll go with water The surest form of death I suggest, Is one by shower head and yet He sits precariously close to the hose as he knows this. As soon as I choose to remove the head, From its little metal bed A flash of black has climbed the rail, Causing me to jump and wail. Sweat pouring from my glands My nemesis has the upper hands He's covered all the bases My plan to eliminate his status, wasted. With wounded pride and morale never lower. There is only one choice "Dear, fetch me the flame thrower"
Copyright © 2024 Michael Todd. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs