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
Broken Mirror
I had a broken mirror once, it told me what to wear and if I dared defy it's power, it said things I couldn't bear. I had a broken mirror once, it told me what to eat - that cracker, there, is just enough to feel lighter on your feet. My broken mirror followed me past car windows, to the shops. It told me I should hide away, but that at some point this would stop. My broken mirror made me think that it cared about my health - this is for your own good, it said, but keep it to yourself. My broken mirror gave me reasons that I should stay in bed, and I used its shards to feel some pain for on the inside I felt dead. But my broken mirror lied to me when it told me I was bad. The glass, as dirty as it was, stopped me seeing what I had. My mirror isn't broken now, I fixed it, all alone and though it took some parts of me they're slowly coming home. My mirror is feeling better now, I've got my mirror back. So, now even when I wear THOSE jeans it never calls me fat. My new mirror doesn't talk to me, doesn't tell me what to do. Although it sometimes nods when I walk past as though it likes the view.
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Andrews. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs