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
Sputnik and the Moon
You found me in a shadow, By chance alone, and still. Within a hole I came to know: A burden; can't fulfill. Buried nether stories, I've welded to my spine: Biopolitic territories, Ancient ruins, un-divine. I floated in that shadow, Embracing darkness wet. Drenching moisture—catacomb— Until endured my Privyet. Flickered 'hind the window glass, Your eyes puckered in the lime, To return and pass, iconic sass, Greet, regurgitate its rhyme. You saw me saunter by. A passing pigeon cull, Lulling dull, unknown to why, My eyes, by yours, still pull. A less than pass for fancy: American tell-tale trope. Annotations, future necromancy, Proof for school: A dope. Until I knew I wasn't still. Like you, a passerby. You—the moon—light could spill, On I, an unused satellite. We're meant for darkness, Designed in light, To be without its touch. In spite of sight that drives our might, Yet without you, I don't see much.
Copyright © 2024 B. Joseph Fitzsimons . All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs