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
Withering
I opened my heart, as a bud in bloom A fragile flower, gently held in his arms I welcomed the warmth of his touch He was my morning dew, slaked my thirst and sated my hunger for love. His words were whispered in my ear. But now, his utterances rip my petals apart Cruel inflictions play havoc on my soul, His language hurls daggers at my heart I'm tortured and tormented with toxic chiding His voice is venom from the fangs of a snake, leaving puncture wounds, dripping with blood. His angry words strip me bare of dignity With each flay of his tongue, I am whipped I'm withering like a clipped rose, exposed to a scourge of abusive speech What ails my heart leaves no bodily scars I need benediction to heal my wounds but I know the answer to my prayers will never come from his cursed lips And although it's not easy to forgive him, I do because I am guilty of self-infliction. The love I have for him is an addiction, and for this weakness, I suffer the pain of allowing his words to pummel my heart again and again August 10th, 2020 Inflictions Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One
Copyright © 2024 Jenna Logan. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs