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
The Only Life We Have
Time will catch us by surprise; Reach out with greedy talons, Scratching moments from our eyes. Bucolic broccoli lives. Born again Christians, Prophets all. Born again and again and again. Each measured moment choose Which crier’s call. Moments laid by each to waste; Unseen, unused, unanswered. Gone, With contents never faced. No touch unopened such As gift embraced. Alive. Dripping in remission. This world was taught to us. How to live, was not. All cheeks touched; by brushed and gnarled, Sinewed hand of God, Who walks the fields Of flowing wheat Between each downy hair On each surrendered arm, Soothing voice, alluding voice, Walking softly, Long through single minds. Embracing flowered memory-beams, Son, and He and We, entwined. Touched in mornings When the body’s most alive. Held in evenings When the fragile soul can least survive. Reached with broken arms, Stunted thoughts, Impaled on jagged edge of broken spirit. Holiness escapes us In each moments frigid death; Each life from all, Torn in silenced breath. Wiser men so soon become, Our younger Gods, And we will make this new life work Because it is the only one we have.
Copyright © 2024 Vernon Witmer. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs