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
2 DAYS OF LIFE
Mother whispered stories from the start, Of the day that etched her heart. A newborn cry, her tears flowed free, Tears of joy—for that cry was me. The family gathered, throwing their bids, Choosing a name to crown her kid. A title stamped upon my brow, A world of promise awaited somehow. Then comes a day, stark and bare, When life no longer lingers there. All you owned, gone in a breath, Leaving behind a trace of death. A final paper marked my name, A hollow milestone cloaked in shame. Again, my mother’s tears would flow, Not joy this time, just sorrow's glow. Her child departed—not by flight, Nor by ship, nor wheels of might. This journey knew no engine's churn, Only silence, cold and stern. The dead, remembered briefly so, While the living hold their grief to show. They praised the child on that last day, But not when he needed it along the way. So when I leave, keep it brief, No need for shows to mask the grief. For that day holds no grand design, Let me fade from heart and mind. Life's value lies not in just two dates— The birth we hail, the death we state. But in the days of triumph untold, And the stories of a life made bold.
Copyright © 2025 Brian Kemboi. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things