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 Cherished Moments Locked In Like Flint You were my first cup of wine with a kick As we sat there watching a horror flick O' but were you not a beautiful sight And I, wild young I, so lucky that night Cherished moments locked in like flint What a world I found, I had not a hint! Hidden away such a sweet precious truth. Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth. I loved you then and yet do today I remember all, tho' now old and gray Thrill of seeing your glamorous long legs Curves that could make any guy up and beg Cherished moments locked in like flint What a world I found, I had not a hint! Hidden away such a sweet precious truth. Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth. Promise, tonight you will be in my dreams You with that smile those bluest eyes that gleam And delicious taste of your hot, hot kiss For all of the world's gold, I would not miss Cherished moments locked in like flint What a world I found, I had not a hint! Hidden away such a sweet precious truth. Taste of greatest pleasure found in my youth. Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2021 Romanticism Note: Such was not a dream, although was so very long ago that quite often it seems that it was. Young and reckless I let that treasure slip away. Perhaps for the best, as I was wild, wild and out for more and more treasure! Youth its greatest and often its saddest commodity is its abject and pitiful blindness…..
Enter Author Name (Not Required)