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
Amphibian Me
I am an amphibian Living in and out of my own truth With you one day, Totally against you the next. Personalities swirling inside Staring into a mirror wondering Will we like me today? Will we be kind to this face? Will we have positive self-talk? Will we be able to salvage any kind of love for self? You look old, I think. Not a good start. Is that a skin tag? Dhram! Worse start now. What about trying to like ourselves today? One of my personalities begins to whine. I hate whiners. Are we even going to try? Another personality inquires. I turn away from the mirror, but not before thinking I look old. My hands are old too. Grandma hands. Spotted. Freckled more than my face ever was. A face I used to like. Come on! One of my selves pleads. Let's be our prancy, dancy self today. Shall I call in sick? To play in my art studio? To write my poetry? To salvage my joyful side? I look back into the mirror. I look younger. I see my twelve. I am excited now. The possibility of having a mental health day. My muse is twirling and swirling, dancing. Amphibian me laughs, as we reach for the phone. I love it when my bliss comes out to play.
Copyright © 2024 Caren Krutsinger. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs