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.



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Remembered
I remember in every detail the kitchen where my grandmother worked while helping out at my uncle’s convenience store. There was just a flimsy curtain separating the living quarters; a bell would announce when customers walked in. I remember that big window by the table where there was a tiny 6” tv and the far corner where once in a while she would pull out the ringer washer. What a huge ordeal that was a full day’s work then hanging on the clothesline. Often we’d play cards in the afternoon maybe have a treat My slightly older cousin was in school. My aunt was my grandmother’s baby sister and she was dying of cancer. She never left her bedroom at the back, mostly she slept and I was never to disturb her. It was always a gloomy house with every curtain drawn, always quiet, always dark. One day the house was filled with guests. It was particularly somber with a lot of whispers; they had come to say their final farewells. Since then the house has been torn down to widen the road and the bridge but in all my memories I still picture it as the house where i had never seen joy and the kitchen seemed to be the only place where sunshine was allowed. AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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