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
Our Friend Bobo
Our Friend Bobo By Curtis Johnson More than fifty years ago, there was a drowning in my little home town. Back then, we chopped cotton by the day, and picked cotton by the pound. For us, there was no sliding boards or public play grounds. There was no hanging bars, see-saw sets, or merry go rounds. There was no swing sets to zip us back and forth through the wind. But there was deep poverty, and pleasantries were few back then. There was no swimming pools for us on hot, humid, and toasty days. There was no nice and safe places to cool off, but we had our ways. There was water in the creek, and we saw no signs saying, “Do No Jump In”. There was the mud, the pollution, and the stench, but we still jumped in. We swung from tree limbs, flashed and dashed in the muddy waters. We knew we would stink, but we were hot, and nothing else mattered. What did matter was that one day our friend Bobo died in the muddy creek. Bobo went under, and we soon realized that he was not playing hide and seek. We soon ran for help, and all the people and authorities were gathered. They pulled Bobo’s body from the bottom, and our souls were sad and tattered. cj071407
Copyright © 2024 Curtis Johnson. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things