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 Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil necked geek), prattling wordsmith doth behold nostalgic memories regarding father (Boyce Brandon Harris) long ago lapsed decades during papa's prime time many years past when complacence existed about joie de vivre, and considerations about mortality irrelevant, where soothsayers promised our family staying alive for eternity few and far between instances found me acting, exhibiting, illustrating brazenly bold behavior, said rare spontaneity the exception versus the rule, hence following poem crafted an endearment to those who begat me, resorted to discipline, but NO spanking ever since mama did cherish her little boy scores of years before she passed away at her death hands went limp and cold as a shy lad his maternal and paternal parents their virtues he extolled contrary, now healthy sexagenarian born of sturdy genetic mettle rumor claims I suckled magic potion, cuz courtesy to preventative medicine mother followed advice of Carlton Fredericks, renown radio commentator and writer on health and nutrition ne'er did mine lovely bones buckle, even when skinny body crushingly embraced into loving maternal fold, without doubt mama adored motherhood and brood of three offspring harmonized, memorialized, pampered... the hardworking de facto breadwinner late twenty something handsome groom fêted born April 9th, nineteen twenty nine, Brooklyn fortune teller travails foretold, when the late Harriet Harris, not so gold din as totally bewitched, she gamely evinced controlling authoritarian versus crooning, marveling, and warbling regarding once "little monkey" - me, which pet name no longer applied shucked off brought to abrupt halt as yours truly grew up, and decried childhood's end I experienced objection to thwart growing up, and latched unto anorexia nervosa countless moons ago, when I biologically, emotionally sexually transitioned into socially withdrawn young man, once indomitable omnipotent mother/son bond ex post facto lost hold, where once applicable theme exemplifying Harris household Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay dramatically, markedly plummeting formerly measurable appreciable tolerance, similarly short tempered patriarch ( ~6'2” ~ 200 lbs at prime) over any five members, especially toward singular male offspring
Enter Author Name (Not Required)