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
The Kid With the Twitch
Though his name I’ve forgotten, I’m now thinking of a guy from my junior high days who was cursed with the kind of a face just a mother would love, black glasses, and acne, but that’s not the worst. Each day in my art class, the table at which I sat had me facing across from that guy. Sometimes he would “spaz out” because he would twitch. I’d try not to look the poor kid in the eye. His face would contort and his arms kind of flail. All the kids at our table would try not to stare. If I had his condition, to God I would wail: Why me, Lord, oh why? This is too much to bear! We never could know when his twitching would start, but it happened a lot, and the students in class never uttered a word. Bless every kid’s heart for minding their manners and not being crass. We never said much to the poor twitching boy. We were all very young still and hadn’t a clue. I think of him now. Did he find his own joy? I think I’d have been very glum in his shoes. To have to contend with a twitch all one’s life. I can’t comprehend how he made it a go. Did he end up like most – with a job and a wife? Fate seems harsh to such kids that we don’t get to know. Oct. 27, 2019 for Nina Parmenter's Itch, Witch, Glitch Or Twitch Poetry Contest
Copyright © 2024 Andrea Dietrich. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things