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
A Song For Storms
We live We look for strength To go on Day in Days with in a song We give Second to our ribs Circle of my thoughts Where’s home Collectors coming for my sins I’m just as filthy as most refuted men Whom disputed over realms of broken limbs Sounds of an acoustic rose Singing with in my misery No other agony could produce these lows The stabilization of man kind History is only statistical values on rewind My logic to look further than a keepers find I hope you become the change you look to see Giving it back for all that this State of being has taken from me This broken image I have awaken to be We live We search for strength To go on Days in Days with in a song We sing Circles of my thoughts I want to go home Don’t give up on life Don’t let it get the best of your nights Nine children, from no two women But one Woman’s worth taken beneath a shaded sun Sympathetic I cannot be For I never really referred to her as “mom” Your economy appears to crumbling Why I tend to give you all The bitter half of the songs in me Look forward, toward tomorrows coming For days know not where they come from If it gets no better, allow us to breathe Take upon the breeze with leaves For autumn seems to strangle Suffering from our sleeves A New York warmth Hidden beneath winter charms We live We search for strength To go on Days in Days with in a song We sing Circles of my thoughts I want to go home
Copyright © 2024 Jerry Golden. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things