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)Required Gilbert smiled in bits of black through specs of broken teeth. His smile reflecting a fractured heart the horse had kicked beneath. A horses hoof to shatter them that Gilbert looked the worse. Where people often kept their distance should they be next to curse. His shining eyes left brightening. Their smile escaping out. His kindred spirit heartening where beauty left no doubt. His bold black glasses framing grace. A statement of his work. A sider he had worked the trades both lively and with perk. He often traveled south a bit to rest throughout the year. A little trailer he called home was more or less his cheer. A place he liked to work alot and tinker in the shed. A home he called French River where his spirit lived it's said. He often talked of history. and books he'd have to read. The many missing palm trees that the climate lost to need. And once he took up baking with molasses more his thing. While trying to keep sugar out where health concerned was king. He even did some leather work and sold a purse or two. complaints from all the neighbors saying it's too loud to do. A harder worker there was not. He never skipped a beat. When times he rested for a bit were never much a treat. for Gilbert worked to feed his mind where play was thought a waste. And always kept the standard high for life and all it's taste. He finally died a humble man. In spite of his obsession. Where work became a lighter love than God and his possession.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)