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
Wormwood smell
I came back weary from the distant road, Yet I returned singing, calling it "homeland." Golden plains, stretching into the blue sky, I longed for the scent of your wormwood. Soft, dusty earth, swirling in golden clouds, From this dust, your child weaves verse aloud. To my eyes, it’s dearer than fire itself, The remains of earth huts, the village I’ve felt. The hearth stamped flat, the yard a perfect round, To me, this expanse is sacred ground. The embers where my mother brewed tea, Held me pondering the glow of eternity. The wind stirs crimson coals into a gleam, On the coals, a white kettle softly steams. In the earth hut, the wormwood's scent is strong, Outside, the sheep chew cud, humming a song. The scorching heat slowly fades away, Stars crowd the black sky in their array. My parents sip their tea with delight, Holding sugar cubes, soaked just right. Time flew by, laughing, as if in jest, Leaving embers of hope from the hearth at rest. Though my parents are gone to eternity, The scent of wormwood lives forever in me.
Copyright © 2025 Aibek Kalmaganbetov. All Rights Reserved