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
Untitled
So far away, already too late I was thirteen years from birth, you were thirteen days from death. The enemy you once thought you could defeat, t was who you lost in this battle of fate. Like a gambler and his debt I am stuck to this idea of regret We walk side by side day in and day out, he won't let me forget. Head was full of anger, mind was full of hope Blame and sorrow rose to the top and right before my eyes, it all poured out in front of me. A puddle. A puddle shaping into anything and everything it's surroundings allow The cracks, the dirt, the rocks are boundries put there by fate, the puddle's an invisable gate. It forms into a blurry image, a reminder of how it all used to be. It calms, the image settles and finally my reflection is clear, now I can see. Thousands of words unsaid play over and over like a broken record stuck inside of my head. What words must I say, how much must I pay, to get back what fate took away? It's impossible to walk past this without getting wet. I am left with a puddle obstructing the view of what my eyes should see and the path that leads me to being free. What a beautiful day it would be, the day fate brings you to me.
Copyright © 2024 Sarah Hobart. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs