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 lollygag as much as I can As I travel from meadow to prairie Grandma packs me a lunch Knowing she will not see me for hours It is 1960. She is not frightened I will be found dead Kidnappers only go after the Lindbergh baby. I reach a fence and sit down, open my grandpa’s secondary black lunch box. Pull out the water and take a big swig. It is lukewarm, but it is okay today. I am eight; not picky, just glad to be alive. Grasshoppers, and a ladybug call my name. My identical twin sister is back at the house Pleasing grandma, cooking, cleaning, baking. Doing all the things girls not like me like to do. I am irritated that I was not born a boy. I am a pirate, a pilot, a race car driver. I am so damned mad to be an eight-year-old-girl. Boys are allowed to yell out the answers. Damn it! Eat the sandwich a voice urges me. I really want to, but it’s early so I just take a pinch of it. Peanut butter and jelly. Maybe another tiny bite. I polish it off and stare at the apple. I was irritated when grandma made me take it. Now I’m rethinking that. I hop the fence and get pricked on the barbed wire. This is irritating! Maybe I should have listened to grandpa’s advice. Never go over the fence. But I am there now. I follow a well-worn path to a little brook. Take off my shoes and socks, wade around. It is so cold and delightful. There are tiny things swimming. I strain my eyes but have no idea what they are. A weird cough. I look up to see the flash of a white tail deer. Almost perfect day. More perfect if I had been a boy.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)