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 There's a jolly little cafe where a chestnut tree once grew, They serve hot bubbling tea and buttered toast, Where the waiter wears a waistcoat which is buttoned up askew And the waitress glides along much like a ghost. The chestnut in the glade has now fallen to the blade Many years have passed since lovers neath it met And there below its shade, fickle promises were made, But promises are easy to forget. For there, or so they say, on one January day A maiden took her life beneath the tree And lifeless, then, she lay, the maid who lost her way, Who pleaded for her spirit to be free. Yet, the glade remembers well, when the dusk appears anew, And the customers have all gone home to bed And the jolly little cafe where a chestnut tree once grew Conceals the secret of the forlorn dead. Where, in the winter snow she was jilted by her beau Beside the latent chestnut over there And twenty years ago, when the northern wind would blow The sorrow must have been too much to bear. So, the waitress, serving on, in the cafe called 'The Swan' Never, ever speaks or smiles or lifts her eyes And when the day is gone then, almost everyone Imagines and their minds romanticise. They think of teenage lovers hand in hand and in the spring Where bounty of the blazing brightness brims And think of summer swallows and all the song they bring, Of trueloves meeting neath the chestnut limbs. The waiter, by the door, paces proudly round the floor Taking orders from the ladies who call by And some twenty years or more he has been this way before Where he deserted a poor maiden young and shy. Though, if you ask 'Excuse me sir, the waitress, what of her?' When the cafe waiter passes near He'll peer at you with a stir and answer, as it were, 'We've had no waitress ever working here'. There's a jolly little cafe where a chestnut tree once grew They serve hot bubbling tea and buttered toast Where the waiter wears a waistcoat which is buttoned up askew And the waitress glides along much like a ghost
Enter Author Name (Not Required)