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
The Isle of the Dead
1 A land forlorn, in dark enclosed. Cold and silent it lies, The land where no wind blows. 2 Red shines the moon And gray is the grass. Dark are the rocks That like teeth ring the silent shore. 3 Silent creep the shades, Who like the fog do go. The ground gives back No sound of their footfalls For there is no sound--- No sound at all In the Isle of the Dead. 4 Bloody is the moonlight And cruel is the grass that strangles. Terrible are the dark rocks That like fangs line the dismal shore. 5 Here my love went astray from me, Here in silence trapped, gone away. In darkness I rove and cry; But no answer returns to me. 6 Silent creep the shades, No sound they make, all passing me And among them my love I see, And I cry to him to hear, to see 7 But silent he passes me For in that land, they can neither hear nor see There is no sound--- No sound at all In the Isle of the Dead. 8 A land forlorn, in dark enclosed. Cold and silent it lies, A land where no wind blows--- The Isle of the Dead.
Copyright © 2024 Gracie Woodsinger. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs