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
God Giveth and God Taketh Away
My mother bathes her mother’s feet. She kneels in quiet reverence, Raising the one who raised her. Hands cupping water as if it were holy. Her hands speak a language older than words. The language spoken by those who had not yet formed their own speech- love, poured out in gesture. My mother is light in shadowed rooms, She moves like mercy, She gives like breath. In her presence, I remember how to be whole. She ministers through touch, Anointing without oil, Healing without command. My mother is light before the dawn, Love that does not boast, Life that does not end. In her is a glimpse of the divine. but even judas kissed jesus. and sometimes, my mother’s hands- those same hands that cupped water like blessing- become vessels of betrayal. she hears my sorrow, then sharpens it, folding my secrets into her mouth only to spit them back like stones. when the shadows are mine, she is no light. she names my ache weakness, my stillness laziness, my fear ungratefulness. there is no holy water when i cry. no anointing, no mercy, just the weight of her disappointment, and the echo of her silence where comfort should have lived.
Copyright © 2025 Sharae Burris. All Rights Reserved

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry