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
Marble's Sombre Drop
My memories scatter, like dust of the air, which once were more numerous than fish in the sea. Now withered, they re-tell tales of lost youth. At times my memories congeel and fragment, so much so, that I label myself untrustworthy. I feel an emptyness that my mouth can't quantify, nor words express. Like my soul is fleeting, ready to leave the sack of bones it hopelessly occupies. People say that growing old is a curse, but it's not the outward complexion that grieves me so. Rather the rattle as my marbles drop and my memories lie in tatters. I'm scared when the people in white coats barge in. who say they're 'here to help' , but proceed to strip me of my my dignity, and use pills to make me helplessly compliant. Maybe cruel karma has punished me fast. For little did I empathise, until I truly knew, what it's like to be a burden, societie's disregard. And ever shall I wish that humble soul, will see me not as useless, but marvel at my tales. And one day, I pray, that someone will, outstretch to me the hand of compassion. 08.19.2020
Copyright © 2024 Charlotte Watkins. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things