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)Required Sometimes, in the dead of night When all our fast asleep We are startled awake by a loud and pernicious Rapping sound, a bang bang banging sound Like someone, or something Breaking through our front door Ready to take us, devour us Tear us limb from limb Like some dark and evil force Something not of this world Something in the realm of terror That preys on the innocent Inducing, almost, a heart attack In the case of Reggie and I But not among the children Who laugh and laugh with delight And the rapping continues Until Reggie, armed with a baseball bat Approaches the front door Trembling, shaking beyond control And every second, the rapping grows louder Penetrating our hearts Our nervous systems Paralyzing our will to resist But we know, in spite of our terror That the rapping will not stop Unless we open the door To face whatever evil lurks . . . there At the same time, we hear the children Laughing, laughing, laughing with glee As if this were a game, a children's game Where parents are the pawns Slowly now, slowly, Reggie turns the front doorknob With fear and loathing Almost shrinking, so to speak from the menace that awaits him That evil, that unspeakable evil that waits to destroy us Will not be pacified Unless we accept our fate And so it is that Reggie unlocks the door And turns the knob To face the monster that waits on the brink Of our own terror That nameless, faceless, insidious beast That nemesis of no renown That denizen of darkness That wrecker of sleep Who first invades our dreams And then our screams Will surely be the death of us all Unless Reggie finds the courage . . . And yet, this is not the first occasion That was when we thought that maybe There was an emergency of some sort That brought the authorities to our door After all, when you are groggy You tend to act in ways that are Reactive, unpredictable, nonsensical Even dangerous We also thought, thought that maybe It was a prank, by the sound Of the children's laughter At our expense But when we did, perhaps foolishly Open the door There was nothing there Nothing at all Nothing but the blackness of night Nothing that could have fled Without being seen No nothing, but the image of fear itself Permeating our hearts, our minds Our senses And even the distresses Which a nervous system addresses What could it be Why are the children laughing What is there, but also not there In the darkness And will we ever know Or are we doomed Doomed by fate To make this descent This never ending descent Into the bottomless pit Of our own, unforgiving Unrelenting, unimaginable, madness Now the doorknob is turning The children are laughing Just like before Like before, except, OMG . . .
Enter Author Name (Not Required)