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 Oh, does the night come some quickly, creeping into my room unannounced just as I raise my head from saying my nightly prayer. As I snuggle into the warmth of my satin sheets... As I began to tumble and toss in and out of my dilatory sleep... in a desperate attempt to catch Morpheus in my dreams…in and out of my somewhat comatose state I toss and turn as I clinch my pillow over my face. As my neighbors dog bark on and on repeatedly... in his endless effort to protect his master from the unseen. It’s as if he seems to delight in my peerless chase of a good nights sleep? And the shadows that always seem to play endless and abundant mind games as they jiggle and wriggle and almost seem to sniggle at my errant attempt to catch Mr. Sleepy times call for my exasperated body to fall asleep. Passing cars and their never ending lights that seem to play tricks on the mind…as I linger in and out of my semiconscious state of mind. The old grandfather clock that sits downstairs, just below the bottom landing of my steps… it just never seems to stop ticking as its swaying pendulum keeps on a clicking. Wandering sounds that seem to flood the late night air and never seem to dissipate, they only seems too get even louder into the wee hours of the night. While I still rumble with my body in my futile attempt to get a good nights rest. Finally as I do start to get into my morbid state of sound sleep…in through my windows and crashing through my broken window shades and awaking me from my desperately sought sleep? That old Silly Sunrise… now demands me to awake from the comfort of my semi warm satin sheets.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)