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
Determined Lady Hawk
Outside the window of the 747 was a glimpse of heaven’s skies And yet there was something more, something with green eyes It is a hawk! I yelled to my seatmate, look, a hawk! I was amused. He tried to see it, but got irritated, angry and final confused. Being an empath, I often see what others cannot envision. She was there all right, still at the window, clearly in my vision. However, he could not see her or her partner who was coming up. I tried to ignore this hawk, drinking my tea, with a bit of a sup. The hawk was not easily dismissed. She wrapped on the glass pane. She blinked her eyes, and gave me the stare of a cat in the rain. What did she want? I had no idea, but I was clearly amazed. She held on tightly, as if she was bi-polar or crazed. The hawk coming up from behind her was also a sight. He had a level black head, and he came with all might. I tried to warn her, but she was not easy to scare. She held on tightly to the window, as if she did not care. The male hawk gave a noise, a squawk like croak. She gave me a wink, and blinked her eyes at the bloke. They flew away, but I have never forgotten How beautiful they were, in this sweet sky of cotton.
Copyright © 2025 Caren Krutsinger. All Rights Reserved