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
Dying World
Sun burns earth where wheat once grew dry as sticks now no chance to renew Rain will fall no more to enrich the land, mother cant cry ,silenced by human hand. Jungle trees cleared by greed no fruits ripen producing healthy seeds, to cure ailments and disease alike, Forever lost in barren ground. Poisoned ground with chemicals wiping out insects who pollinate crops Poisoned minds fed by corporate words spliting minds like a sweeping sword. Like sheep all led to the slaughter promises of riches and a longer life Used as fodder in religious strife Oh people of earth seek the water. Too late will be the cry as the Earth broken beyond repair dies slowly and breathes its last ,will they all shout out any price to pay. Why didnt we heed the rebels call, instead we laughed at natures fall. Why didnt we act when the chance arose, its too late now as we fall. Cry for a dying world we called home Tears shed that wont water a crop Cry to the sky and whatever God to save us from a living hell. if only we did something ourselves did we really need that big house Why did we laud selfish thoughts Believing what we thought was truth. andy p mcintyre 27/5/2019
Copyright © 2024 Andrew Mcintyre . All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs