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
Punctuation
It was just a few millennia ago we stepped past the fire in front of the cave and set upon the building of a tongue-- noun to verb to adjective, each an answer for awhile until we knew that there was more. Then when we could communicate, and think, new options were there to dazzle us: That which makes of routine a stopping point; that which wrings creativity from an ordinary life. diverting us from "now" to "perhaps." For a little while tranquility reigned, to set the heart ablaze. Comma, period, ellipsis, question-- we were carried away. Home was the heartland; sorrow, joy, grief and celebration could be ours. The breath, however, could not be confined to marks beside the words when humankind would yield to hate and love. Those contend within us still; the field more wide than life or death. It is the words that tear at us. Devices decorate as writers' servants and there is no end. The life calls forth its irony and ghosts alone are left, bearing their question marks into an unknown forever. ~
Copyright © 2024 Robert Ludden. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things