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 How can I mingle with the poor, I’m a millionaire, My intellect superior, And the masses inferior. I am a street sweeper, my name is Jane, Passers by think I’m insane, I am the sole earner in a family of five. I have been voted in as a president, Those idiots out there, who stand for hours, Just to wave to me in heat, snow or showers. I am an un-qualified plumber, I fix toilets and drains, The hoi polloi insinuate I have no brains, But it pays a doctor, and feeds us our daily bread. I sing at concerts, I fill halls and sport stadiums, Fans love me and know I’m a treat, Four thousand dollars for a front seat. I am a train driver and get home very late, Dinner always on the table prepared by my mate, My salary is meager but my heart full of faith. I am a film producer and bring starlets to fame, Nothing’s changed, they climb ladders as yesteryear, Come here and do as I say, good girl, what a dear. I live on this block and get paid for my tricks, My mom died of drugs, and my dad from drink, I was left holding the proverbial baby. I am a porter and carry bags for the rich and famous My work environment is a 5 Star hotel, My digs in the back yard of a dump, with a bad smell. MY INSPIRATION FOR THIS POEM Did you watch the film ‘Don’t look up’ Where the rich ruled the roost, And a comet hits and destroys planet earth, Well, the film ends with the elite on a plane, Anyone with wealth, power, or fame, Flying to a destination unknown to the world, Far from earth, a paradise they thought, As they came down the plane stairs, Filthy rich, all billionaires Met by prehistoric dinosaurs Who devour them, tearing all to pieces, All life that descends from that plane, ceases. Karma it seems does exist, As depicted in this film script.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)