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
You made me your home and when you left I became a haunted house. No one wants to live in something that has been cursed. No one wants broken shutters or cracked beer bottles or just a hell of a lot of boiling blood. No one wants to try and fix the broken ones. Everyone seems to head the warning sings- get out I might break down. They make fun of me and whisper as if I’m a ghost story, but they are afraid that I might hear them. They are afraid that maybe they are Wrong. I wasn’t drunk, neither was he. I saw a thousand murdered souls in his hands every time he hit me. He broke all the furniture I had, he threw stones at my windows and he laughed as ricketed off the roof. I can hear my glass shatter into a thousand shining dimes on the floor. Sometimes when I tip toe around the barren rooms I can still hear them. I can still hear his laughter and it rings in my basement even when I’m covering my ears. But no one comes in here. I bode in my white dress because I’m trying to convince myself that there was never any blood. There was never me screaming out my eyes in that basement. There was only this. This quiet twilight dream. My face is pale because haven’t met the sun in months. Maybe I look a little like a broken ghost, but that’s only because you made me one.

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

Color:

Main/Poem Text

Color:

Background Position Alignment:
LeftCenterRight | TopCenterBottom

Tall Bkgds
Wide Bkgds

Upload Image:

Fit to HeightFit to Width

10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:

Fit to HeightFit to Width

Like: https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/ce_Finnaly_home_soare.jpg

Layout: TallShort

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

Ghost Story

You made me your home and when you left I became a haunted house. No one wants to live in something that has been cursed. No one wants broken shutters or cracked beer bottles or just a hell of a lot of boiling blood. No one wants to try and fix the broken ones. Everyone seems to head the warning sings- get out I might break down. They make fun of me and whisper as if I’m a ghost story, but they are afraid that I might hear them. They are afraid that maybe they are Wrong. I wasn’t drunk, neither was he. I saw a thousand murdered souls in his hands every time he hit me. He broke all the furniture I had, he threw stones at my windows and he laughed as ricketed off the roof. I can hear my glass shatter into a thousand shining dimes on the floor. Sometimes when I tip toe around the barren rooms I can still hear them. I can still hear his laughter and it rings in my basement even when I’m covering my ears. But no one comes in here. I bode in my white dress because I’m trying to convince myself that there was never any blood. There was never me screaming out my eyes in that basement. There was only this. This quiet twilight dream. My face is pale because haven’t met the sun in months. Maybe I look a little like a broken ghost, but that’s only because you made me one.