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 ~~~ Not entered in a contest ~~~ I knew better than to touch the tail of a tiger, but temptation was only a hair's breadth away. A tiger lies sleeping. My hand, creeping closer, fingers burning. I was yearning for a wish come true. Star light, star bright. What wild jungle do I find myself in? He is beautiful, yet terrifying. I find a paradox in the nature of the beast. A feast I would be in the forests, to this animal, were I to disturb his nap. A mere morsel of human meat. A sweet treat for a magnificent tiger to eat. The one who would dare reach for his tail in light of day or night. There was a thought then thwarted, foolish as it was. What if I soothed the toothed beast with a song? Would I become immortal? A deity without dreading death, if the tiger licked my hand. Would he think of me as a god, his lord, a divine entity, or should I stare deeply into each amber eye to make him understand that I mean no harm? Could I charm him with bravado? I would need courage and the frame of mind to inquire of him, "Would you consider sheathing thy claws, pause your growling and be a friend to me?" I am fearful his beauty and terror may not be balanced in perfect symmetry. Tiger Tiger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake – The Tiger
Enter Author Name (Not Required)