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
Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee
Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee consumed later at night than usual finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed amply lively to learn about an American radio and television personality and pioneer Wee Willy Weber, who prominently and popularly reigned across air waves and small screen kept in the living/family room then an obscure square box frequently exhibiting local entertainers second half of twentieth century I chanced to Google and revisit his popularity night time hours of temperate March first two thousand twenty four, reckoning, jump/kick starting, and forcing me to confront a deluge of issues ricocheting within sixty plus shades of gray matter (such as association with females - such as you my dear despite being a young looking sixty five year old beatle browed, fool on the hill, paperback writer wannabe day tripper), whose prized (at least by me) encephalon approximating roughly the size of two clenched fists, and weighing about 1.5 kilograms, rattles and hums abuzz with the sound of silence, yet fires off thoughts about how the webbed wide world circa MMXXIV based upon the Gregorian Calendar, a scary place indeed, which helter skelter violence finds me fantasizing escaping into an enchanted edenic Octopus garden in the shade, where camaraderie prevails among variegated creeds, gender orientation, nationalities, religions, et cetera and conflict resolution predicated upon a win/win paradigm allowing, enabling, and promoting community among habitats for humanity, hence collective bargaining. Vox Populi which translation means literally means "voice of the people." The leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais justified their precious life, liberty and pursuit of happiness - stolen under their figurative nose asper an unparalleled heist recouping quintessential basic human rights, and will NOT yield an inch (or any other minuscule amount), if for no other reason (and many more valid claims prevail) such inalienable American birthrights (codified decrees endowing freedoms - tattered to shreds via frenzy of bullets) guaranteeing harm inviolable unjustly out priced sacrificed by lax second amendment spiced within epidemic of wanton murderous sprees wherein assassin literally calls the shots supplanting assigned storied halls with din of firearms acquired from pennies on the dollar, or bartered for a bottle of gin within the underbelly (viz black market) of society, where pistol packing trigger happy jinn nee as slaughterhouse blood soaked, sans killing fields mount with resignation vis a vis discovering masterly carded misfit to collective shrugging shoulders prithee giving Atlas a run for his money and upend safe havens i.e. storied academic re deuce sing self preservation (UNFAIRLY) to activist minded students treat each day as a survivalist course, thus WE as coined on legal tender (E Pluribus Unum) MUST unite against love affair with pistols, no matter one or more mere mortals think Matthew Scott cray ZEE up in arms spouting poetic license against proliferation of firearms.
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Harris. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things