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
Pressed Into Faith
I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man. When my parents were having words, my father would give my mother the back of his hand. But it’s not with her husband my mother wanted to fight. She knew, he was listening to his mother who always thought she was right? I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man. But I don’t know, backhanding my mother may not have been part of my grandmother plan. But what happen the next time, made me my mother’s number one fan. Now I was too young to witness this. My mother told me about its years later. She even showed me the clipping from the newspaper. She was ironing his shirts for work one day and they were having words their same old way. He turned to backhand her like he would usually do. But she grabbed his hand before he could follow through. She... Ironed a wrinkle on his shoulder and another one on his chest, manage to get his mid-section as he hollered and professed. He tried to get away, but stumbled and fell. It’s a good thing he found religion, because he sure caught hell. The police were called, and a newspaper reporter made it there too. She explained to them both, in defending herself. She did what a woman in her position had to do. I had to kick his behined and his ego too! oh, and he’s going to need some help removing my shoe. I changed my husband’s attitude with an iron, He is not a man! No husband of mine! And that’s why I put my foot where the sun doesn’t shine.
Copyright © 2024 Robert Kinard. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things