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
Chilling
We played the game, the horrid game    Of tricks and candles in the dark Reciting a name, a horrid name    Our hands started moving on their own We asked it questions, horrible questions    The Spirit presented a forthcoming omen We shook our heads, our foolish heads    We blew out the candles that night Suddenly the room grew cold, oh too cold    Chills were felt through out our spines Then a gash of light appeared, appeared it did    Turns out it was the fridge lay open bright One of us screamed, a hideous scream    She claimed it stank of rotten eggs One of us fainted, dramatically fainted    He claimed it was not the eggs From there we were curious, curious we all should have been!    Upon inspection, it was just spoiled milk From there we cried, a loud shared cry    Because we realized we just drank that milk! Was this the omen, the woe-filled omen?  We all thought as we touched our stomachs Was this the omen, the painful omen?              But then, who last opened the fridge? ...
Copyright © 2024 Nana B.. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs