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
Occlusal Perusal
I went to heaven before my time, In dentist’s chair through sky did climb, And in his goodness, verve and youth The dentist took dull pain from tooth And when the empty clot in gum, Said write your name and date on bum, He must have felt my life a poem, or Orchestra with Barenboim? Then seven times and seven more, I Saw St Peter at heaven’s door, he Handed me a fresh-rolled spliff, Then in came Hendrix with a riff The wind cried scary, not sublime, And all along the watchtower’s shine Came Ginger Baker’s rasping whine, With riffs and drums, percussive beat Took up the rhythm with his feet, And Jaqueline Dupre with legs apart, Jumped on the heavy metal cart, but Weight of Jim and Ginger too and Dan And me pushed axle through Then crew looked hard for help from me, He who only made the tea; I said now look… I am not known, my name’s not Baker Or Shamone, here in this place we’re All the same, the dental gas…it’s plain To blame, sugary sweets, not eat again So listen here and worry not, about hot hell Or heaven’s plot… neither’s there!… it’s in Our heads, when in our youth we outran feds; So open book and pull chilled beer, take Hand of loved one…heaven’s here! Peter Lewis Holmes 29/11/15
Copyright © 2024 Peter Lewis Holmes. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things