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 She sat outside the coffee shop elbows propped up on a small circular blue metal table with a frosted glass top, starring intently at morning traffic and passersby. A partially eaten pastry on a paper napkin like an island in a sea of blue. I had seen her face before, in the park the winter last. It was her, the bag lady. She had emerged like an insect from dead leaves into the new light of spring, except the wheeled cart that held the big black plastic bag of packed-down clothes that always followed her like a big black dog, had been replaced by a smaller plastic bag no bigger than a well-fed cat. It was spring, she was traveling light. Her streaked gray hair radiated wildly about her head for who knows how long. Two wrinkled jowls sagged on either side of her face. Her small, fiercely blue eyes had lost nothing of their feral brightness or penetration as she sipped coffee and blew cigarette smoke into the air, mixing with car exhaust fumes. There was this one exception about her and markedly so. Her countenance: it had been freed, perhaps only temporarily, of the remoteness it had worn that winter day when I had first seen her. It now expressed a sense of well-being, newly acquired, as though her life had changed, and its weight had lightened, perhaps by the kindness or generosity of a friend or a softhearted stranger. It didn’t matter. She seemed almost to be experiencing a rare windfall of happiness, summed up in coffee, pastry, and cigarettes. All this went through my mind as I walked by her and entered the coffee shop for my usual regular, extra lite, no sugar. As I left, coffee in hand, I turned briefly for a final look. An elderly man had joined her. I held back from speculating, yet in a strangely remote way I was happy for her. She would have wanted it that way, I wanted to believe.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)