Home » Poems » Poetry Art » Poetry Art / Greeting Card Maker

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.

Text
Layout
Background

Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required
A view of the ragged woodland from The window:- Slender branched trees that shed From high above to low below; The faint, mauven peaks Smattered with barely visible Scatterings of drifted snow; Across the matted undergrowth A bronzed carpet of copper coloured Leaves Whose rusting hue, Momentarily ignited by stray Sunbeams weakly smouldering, Briefly refurbished - Deceives with all the colours of a Rainbow... From vibrant red through to shy Hints of indigo; Those vague outlines indicating Receding hills; Here, arising, long ago, every waking Dawning, The creaking structures Of groaning and imposing mills; Soon a slow thawing that quickly Spills Into the trickling replenishments Of many gushing and silvery little Rills. Enchantment gripped me! And I found myself wistfully Thinking... Maybe, perhaps, maybe, somewhere, Just behind where the great Flattening Orb Is now rapidly shrinking, That I might, by perchance, find, If I did so hope to bravely dare, To happen upon a hidden and Sedentary way of life up there? That, forgotten, has turned its Back on the social conflicts Plagued by the curses of ingrained Vice; Encumbering a soul with its petty Squabblings, Imposing upon with demands and Avarice... When placing unnecessary burdens On a honest bodies daily call Of grinding toil and wearisome Strife! And still stood, With hands outstretched upon the Painted sill, At the waist half-bent, Now troubled by quiet mutterings In an inexplicable sorts Of self-imposed discontent, My staid consciousness almost Unawares, As, momentarily distracted, I hesitated, and, unseeing, Inattentively stared... Until... A ragged chapter of cawing Daws, Loudly jabbering overhead, Suddenly wheeled - And upwardly soared! Whereupon, in murderous haste, Awkwardly fled When laboriously stealing away Back inside the stubbled fields... Thus causing me to slowly straighten; Whilst, with a singular heartfelt pang, Liken a moorland mist slowly rolling Over That indivisibly conceals... Drew shut the sullen curtains, which, Heavily embroidered with indeterminate finality, Dejectedly hang... Each draped aside of the cold Reveals.

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

Color:

Main/Poem Text

Color:

Layout: TallShort

www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry

The View From a Window

A view of the ragged woodland from The window:- Slender branched trees that shed From high above to low below; The faint, mauven peaks Smattered with barely visible Scatterings of drifted snow; Across the matted undergrowth A bronzed carpet of copper coloured Leaves Whose rusting hue, Momentarily ignited by stray Sunbeams weakly smouldering, Briefly refurbished - Deceives with all the colours of a Rainbow... From vibrant red through to shy Hints of indigo; Those vague outlines indicating Receding hills; Here, arising, long ago, every waking Dawning, The creaking structures Of groaning and imposing mills; Soon a slow thawing that quickly Spills Into the trickling replenishments Of many gushing and silvery little Rills. Enchantment gripped me! And I found myself wistfully Thinking... Maybe, perhaps, maybe, somewhere, Just behind where the great Flattening Orb Is now rapidly shrinking, That I might, by perchance, find, If I did so hope to bravely dare, To happen upon a hidden and Sedentary way of life up there? That, forgotten, has turned its Back on the social conflicts Plagued by the curses of ingrained Vice; Encumbering a soul with its petty Squabblings, Imposing upon with demands and Avarice... When placing unnecessary burdens On a honest bodies daily call Of grinding toil and wearisome Strife! And still stood, With hands outstretched upon the Painted sill, At the waist half-bent, Now troubled by quiet mutterings In an inexplicable sorts Of self-imposed discontent, My staid consciousness almost Unawares, As, momentarily distracted, I hesitated, and, unseeing, Inattentively stared... Until... A ragged chapter of cawing Daws, Loudly jabbering overhead, Suddenly wheeled - And upwardly soared! Whereupon, in murderous haste, Awkwardly fled When laboriously stealing away Back inside the stubbled fields... Thus causing me to slowly straighten; Whilst, with a singular heartfelt pang, Liken a moorland mist slowly rolling Over That indivisibly conceals... Drew shut the sullen curtains, which, Heavily embroidered with indeterminate finality, Dejectedly hang... Each draped aside of the cold Reveals.