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
Nightscapes Pt 2
Pre-dawn, and the street-lamp sputters, merchants come to raise their shutters, regard the fading moon, and mutter, 'yet another day.' Begone, O Bride of Midnight! favour us with not another glance, put your spells away, you'll not lead us in our daily dance. Behold a wrinkled substitute, a crone who likes to think that she's a queen; with as much grace as she can muster, she flusters, fidgets, lonely in her room, feathered and be-furbelowed and plays with her decolletage, she's mutton dressed as lamb. The smell of stale tobacco and a whiff of old perfume, no longer with her entourage she dances out of rhythm to the tango, rusty and unconstituted, wraith-like, a phantom in her tomb. At twenty past I'm home at last, the brass plate spells my name; come inside! familiar and gratifying, slippers by my bed still lying, dressing gown and cap are crying, here abide! The sheets are turned and ready. I leave the night and take a final bow, grateful for the here and now.
Copyright © 2024 Keith Bickerstaffe. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things