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
Acquiescence Toward Mortality
Management here at Highland Manor Apartments sent out word that tomorrow, January twenty third, two thousand and twenty one, we (all residents) will receive the first (of two) inoculations to stave off getting COVID-19, hence mine poetic title might seem absurd. Aforementioned stance toward death obviously antithetical regarding desire to stay alive and most oppressive when mine mental, physical and/or spiritual yours truly takes a (swan) dive analogous where bajillion bees swarm from their hive. Linkedin with well known poem by and by penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry expressed her relief to die "Because I could not stop for Death," she aptly crafted verses to comply reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting cessation of existence well nigh as does one garden variety generic goofy guy. All natural catastrophes aside, plus excluding thermonuclear war, where civilization would get fried nullifying idea viz, let conscience be your guide, nor no place to run and hide left to grapple with dystopian quandary shuttering fright housed inside in one poof annihilating prejudice (white privilege included) and pride reducing to ashes trumpeting self importance, where snide persona grata becomes irrelevant as does living social or vacationing in Telluride. Interestingly enough, I do not entertain notions inflicting self harm nor suicide, but expect longevity (to ride one after another orbitz around the sun) maximum total (represented courtesy value units and tens place) at minimum exceeds double digits in plain English aged to perfection groom and bride attains at least ninety nine years. Despite skittering within hair's breadth or blink looming over the edge no time to think, cuz no matter being knight in shining armor I can scrunch and squint thru visored chink, and espy and the title of a storied book by Tom Wolfe I think Old Rotten Gotham sliding into behavioral sink, amidst so much flotsam and jetsam while singing Skidamarink surrender unavoidable fate cuz destiny dis rapper doth not shrink and recognizes that whatever does not kill will only make me stronger (money back guarantee) I attain a spry five score birthdays and while away hours playing solitary game of tiddlywink.
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Harris. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things