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 I am looking forward to growing old, staying in bed when mornings are cold. Trips to the ocean to breathe the fresh air, with nary a thought of my thinning hair. I will grow a white beard, perhaps get a pipe, buy an Underhill and smoke while I type. I’ll pen pages about far away lands and the wisdom I gleaned as a young man. I’ll write of places I saw and of people I met, how I globetrotted without a regret. I’ll type till I cramp and when I tire, I’ll have some soup or a scotch by the fire. I’ll be grateful that my eyes can still see and I’ll revisit those volumes so precious to me. Hemingway, crime novels, Poe, and the Bard, afternoons of iced tea and books in the yard. I’ll watch the blue salt water and white foam kiss the rocks and sand like an old love poem. I’ll witness sunsets of violet and red, and diamond white stars above my head. If my ears don’t fail and I can still hear, I’ll cherish the sounds from both far and near, like the honking geese among the white clouds or the firehouse’s noon siren, brazenly loud. My old records I’ll play for their crackles and pops, I’ll pine for the rustle through leafy treetops. Some June nights I will listen to baseball games, during storms I’ll hear rain tap on the window panes. If my heart can still love when I am old and gray, I’ll remember those in my world every day: The women I loved, the friends I hold dear, the blood bonds I share, the ones I keep near. If I’m lucky enough to be an old man, I’ll watch and listen and love for as long as I can, I’m fine with ageing, despite what I’m told, I am looking forward to growing old.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)