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
Covered Up Holes
You were supposed to hug me. You were supposed to make me feel like a princess. Where was the comfort, loving and protective father? The sweet fatherly surprises for birthdays or comforting after a breakup. Instead, we were saddled with awkward hugs and your bad temper. I used to think you were the Hulk when mad: scary and unpredictable. I remember the holes hidden behind pictures from your fists. You put your head in the sand over and over, ignoring everything, letting everyone run amuck. Time and time again, you would choose someone else over us, pushing us off to the sidelines. I still remember the day I officially left. Screaming in my face, close enough I could smell the coffee lingering on your breath. I begged you to hit me because I could feel your anger rolling off your body, even though you never had. Years roll by, and I rarely remember the hard times. Now, I have inherited your numbness.
Copyright © 2026 Maria Mastay. All Rights Reserved