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
Vermouth the Warrior
The forest had an eerie enchanted feeling. His blade was itching to be slashing and reeling. Vermouth stood his ground in this canopied ceiling. Hearing the enemy in every whisper and dealing. His men watched him carefully, at the ready. There was Battle Axe Henry and Look out Freddy. He held his blade at slash point, totally steady. Listening for the enemy, feeling alert and ready. A rumor filtered through, from whence did it come? Many men had been felled between today and yesterday’s sun. He dared not make a mistake, so far the enemy was on the run. He had to be vigilant and alert, he was his father’s son. I think it’s over for tonight, his first lieutenant said. Let’s put the blades away, eat, and retire to bed. Vermouth could not relax, the adrenaline was running. Stayed on vigilant alert, until sunrise, when the sun was sunning. His men were not surprised, for he was a warrior true. A man who lived to fight, in clouds or sky so blue. Vermouth picked up his sword and led them to the meadow. They could hear his warrior’s cry in every valley below.
Copyright © 2024 Caren Krutsinger. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs