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 must confess that I once dreamt Of a knight of noble honor He existed in the first specs of my memory Which grows weaker as my mind grows ever-expanding chasms. He was there that day, in the field When the plump lady lay the tablecloth on the grass. He looked a sight, I could see him in the house looking out at us His armor coated in soot and dirt, his pockets bulged with the scant spoils of battle A stark contrast to the vision of yellow daffodils, blue skies, and clean, green grass. I was angry at him, for he could have donned his armor away His tired face had upset me so, why did he have to ruin this beautiful sight? He disappears inside, a somber walk I was pleased back then, I'd secretly hoped he wouldn't come join us He'd look rather odd, for we did look ever so pretty. Those memories of him were very much the same He'd rarely look happy, or clean I'd shout at him often, for he stank of coal and mud He wouldn't say much, just walk away A broken figure A hollow man in that suit of tin. But as my visions grew hazy and the sun grew dimmer I feel the rush of panic as I grapple onto my memory. Things began to change since that day in the barn Since the day I had that awful fall. Nothing to it really, nothing to make a fuss over It was all rather peculiar if you ask me. One day, the plump lady disappeared The knight looked everywhere for her And wept when he couldn't find her. I looked at him, kneeling out among the scarecrows Trembling shoulders and cold tears He looked rather displeased. I live in a chair now, a god-awful thing Groans under my weight and quite arduous to sit in. But the knight would sew pillows for me I was rather surprised, I thought he'd be cross After all, it was but a few days since I had shouted at him... The knight rarely left my sight He would wash me in the evenings, and don me with fresh clothes He would rise early and bring me breakfast He'd rub my feet and massage my temples, and the pain would cease... I try to ask him his name, but he never understands me He smiles sadly and caresses my cheek every time I speak to him. It is rather frustrating. And at night, he would carry me and place me on the thin bed And lay on the floor close by. Often, I'd hear him sobbing silently Holding onto a small picture of the plump lady. I wish I could comfort him For all his frustrations, he is a rather gentle man. I wish I could ask him what's wrong But I don't know his name.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)