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
Seeing the Biggest Earth Chasm
Want to go see the biggest chasm an earthquake ever made? I thought about it for a few seconds; it was my buddy Wade. Okay, I agreed. But where is this chasm so incredibly deep? He told me it was only two hours, and he would let me sleep. We jumped in the car with chips, pretzels, and beer. We are not going to drink it all, I yelled to Mommy dear. She rolled her eyes and gave us “boys” a little wave. I threw in some extra bottles from my down under man cave. We laughed and talked and smarted off, being macho men. We can act crazy like when were kids every now and then. We waited until it was day light to venture to the chasm’s edge. My pal pretended he was going to push me over the incredible ledge. The chasm was frightening; I could not believe how far down it went. Some people had set up a campfire, pitching their flimsy little tent. Shall we stay another day? I asked my pal, who was no longer talking. I guess he had slid into the chasm, so I began loudly squawking.
Copyright © 2024 Caren Krutsinger. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs