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 met her in a place unfettered by the world A secret place, a place where no one would dare judge For we were all walking the same path But soon there would be tension, yes people would bear a grudge It started innocuously, little whispers meant to cast doubt Little assaults not meant to kill, merely to maim That soon passed as the jealousy mounted and took flight Every whip and lash hit its mark, yes they hit her - their aim Soon she doubted me, she feared the rumours too She feared the outlandish notion of finding love First believing in it with a wink, she turned to being grim and weary Her words grew cold and few, we no longer fitted snug as a glove The nights grew long, the silence grew palpable Even my words waned, as I felt weak with dread I did not want to believe that the woman I love wavered As it became ever more apparent in every word that she said She would not speak to me or speak of me Instead, she briefed me about her life Her time, her encounters with other people, her wishes; her There was no longer a we or an us, there was a her and I, and it cut like a serrated knife I wondered whether she could ever love me again Whether she could ever look at me with that crimson smile Whether I'd ever be able to once again swim in the ocean of her eyes That is all I live for, a spark; for that I will walk the mile And after all is said and our fates decided I will wade on the beaches of her bosom and bay I will be still, waiting unmoved for her to be my keeper; not only to say I met her For we are and I am nothing without her, that I must undoubtedly convey
Enter Author Name (Not Required)