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
Uncle
Come, Gather close, look over my shoulder, grab a seat near to view my insecurities. And, though, I know it is dark and black, still gaze to view my past of impurities. A lifetime of brewing with worry, building up a reasonless fury, a hell from wence forth that i would never show glory. The endless nights, dreading. As I recklessly shed mindless tears of worry, for I feared that the life I desired, shamefully i was undeserving. I was weeding out my blue skies, feeding lies into my life with my blurried eyes, denying my dismay, finding my way throughout the dense fog, likening myself as a worthy prize. All the years of lazing around, keeping my gears locked down, leaving my conveyor belts crumbled and unprofound. Obsessively chewing greasy meals for my food, and indulging in illicit acts to keep from slipping into a mood. Just four words (don't let me die) Praying solely in the hopes that my soul won't blaze under the skies Holding on to worldly items ever so closely, thoughts of missing them wholly, now im clutching this soul because it is the only, The one true and only The only thing that matters "I release these feelings of un-heavenly beings of sin. For these are feelings i no longer wish to rue upon within. I halt my cursed spewing and proceed with what I'm doing. These angelic deeds are for a world that shows unproven."
Copyright © 2024 Jeffrey Howey. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things