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
Not Even and Answer
Not even an answer Not even an Answer, Just one single hard lesson. One that must have been watching me all day long. Waiting, there in the shadows While I picked up rocks in the corrals, or maybe when I was clearing the sinuses of troughs, with compressed air and trowel Not even an answer Just a cold silence, as the lesson slowly crawled up my leg biting me with needle tipped feet Getting under my skin Running down my spine. Eyeballing the hairs on the back of my neck with hungry eyes while they stand up, huddled like sheep in the night. Not even an Answer There were nine saddles in the barn All generations old. Along with a bit with the letters U.S. Cavalry on the side 1865 I'm told. Found on the ground amongst the fallen horse's bones. The arrow tip, long returned to the earth after piercing his heart. The desert shadows rising and falling with the days and years. Until it was stumbled upon and brought to hang in the barn. Not even an Answer When the barn fell and the flames died and all that remained were fumes of home and history The boss asked “What happened?” But as the wind continued. I couldn't speak.
Copyright © 2024 Trey Pearson. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs