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 Missus Served Me High Test Coffee
The missus served me high test coffee... Ah... tis nothing more heavenly (to one borne again devout atheist) then a spring like January 18th, 2023 here at Highland Manor apartments picturesque green covered landscape, where intrepid dandelions dare to defy month day on calendar and sprout up here and there. Resident wordsmith ensconced within Unit B44. Actually both of us situated in bedroom; his royal highness sitting on piano bench (applying fingers to Macbook Pro keyboard composing... er rather revising poem he crafted some years ago, (when old man winter wrought stranglehold; now while hunched over at computer) listening to the whistling wind simultaneously acoustically imbibing warm gentle breeze; temperature approximately an unseasonable fifty plus degrees Fahrenheit. Meanwhile, the missus softly snoring abed, the latter comfortably numb, oblivious and toasty warm burrowed under blankets since heat turned off (to maintain positive standing with PECO) curtain pulled back from window to allow, enable, and provide transparency; where unfettered bajillion photons according to Pink Floyd uninterruptedly shine on you crazy diamond, trace sing head light shadows across wood which hard phenomenon of scattering light by colloidal particles, known as Tyndall effect naturally fostering creating, affecting climate controlling environment. I practice crafting poetry (as if nothing else matters to Metallica fan seeking posthumous fame) while the spouse predictably after arising from her early afternoon siesta busies herself channel surfing putting down remote control after espying satisfactory movie (say hypothetically Fatal Attractions, which she viewed for umpteenth time) knowing every single detail, and can rattle offer personal tidbits about cast of actors and actresses. Our aforementioned regular routine more or less repeated as finite loop until... official onset rites of spring decreed, where regular warm weather perfect balm to allow, enable and provide antidote to existential woes coping with being solitudinarian, and thus quarantined for life, though sensing optimism regarding president Joe Biden green lighting living social pursuits possibly revisiting following favorite pastime. Recalling contra dancing as palliative against bashfulness life as high school wallflower ill served me against risking experiencing rejection qua teenage puppy love. Though averse to plagiarize, I thank Fiona Apple, for the title of her entirely acoustic fourth album, who didst unwittingly describe mine self emotional straitjacket viz hitting The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do prior to liberating locked up healthy proclivities linkedin between body, mind, and spirit. Without any budding female friendships until lo… agent tulle nudge; which venue offered groundswell to blossom forth into golden sterling resplendent rod of natural equipoise, (an unbiased opinion) and balance with freestyle improvisational swinging motions unchained from moors of formality lit figurative Saint Elmo’s Sesame Street Big Bird winging fiery dance allowing, enabling and providing shy awkward self during his young early twenty something adulthood to cast away four ever self emasculated handsome straight as an arrow tasting verboten fruit naturally high as a kite young guy buzzfeeding like yellow jacket adopting spontaneity that je ne sais quoi joie vivre clamoring headlong toward pollination healthy packing heat overflowing testosterone bin laden well nigh erupting sex pistol (stay man) toward opposite gender, whereby bravado donned as key to hoe field of whet dreams fostering initial albeit late blooming roll in the hay hormonally rooted rutting squeal to escape inhibitions and quench suppressed libido! Yes in unrhyming summation notation, I felt mortified jump/kick starting life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness and let me mother over mollycoddle sole son even though as a grown adult, she hashtagged, yelled, and zapped me once omnipresent boyhood maternal love mein kampf predominantly spent at 324 Level Road familiar bedrock terrain infrequently challenged fear of flying, hence acquiesced into withdrawn existence.
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Harris. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things