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
Going Home
I wish the setting sun waits for me awhile, it’s not time yet to go down with the day. The sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile, the wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway. It’s not time yet to go down with the day, for the crimson sun hanging on horizon’s glimmer. The wafting lattice of wispy clouds longs to sway the sun’s last warm rays of golden shimmer. For the crimson sun hanging on horizon’s glimmer the flowers haven’t finished floating the fragrance. The sun’s last warm rays of golden shimmer, the tinsels of radiance are still drizzling in a trance. The flowers haven’t finished floating the fragrance in the gleaming ambiance under twilight sky dome. The tinsels of radiance are still drizzling in a trance at the end of the path where I’ll be going home. In the gleaming ambiance under twilight sky dome the sky is not yet suffused with all the color pile. At the end of the path where I’ll be going home, I wish the setting sun waits for me awhile. December 4, 2020 Contest : Pen A Pantoum Sponsor : D.W. Rodgers
Copyright © 2025 Subimal Sinha-Roy. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things