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)Required People’ve asked me how Peter and I got together.. They ask, "Where'd you meet him?" “Was he drunk?” “Did you sneak up on him?” and “Couldn't he get away?" It was a Saturday morning in March 2022, I was a lowly Yale sophomore, at the acorn, my favorite Yale coffee shop, head down, working on my iPad, trying to create a story-poem about recent happenings - time traveling in my mind you might say - back to things seen, said and done. When I heard an “Ahem.” Looking up. I saw a skinny, twenty-something man, about 6'1", with jet-black uncombed hair, dressed ill-fittingly in drab browns and tans. He was standing before my table with a satchel over one shoulder and a large coffee in his left hand. “May I join you?” He asked. I looked around, there was only one other empty seat available - at the far back. “Sure,” I said, and noticing my bookbag was in the empty chair - I mumbled, “Sorry,” moving it next to me on the floor. He nodded and began to move. “Peter,“ he said, in introduction. “Anais,” I replied distractedly - my focus had returned to my poem. After a second, as he pulled out his chair, he asked, “What are you writing?” “Poetry,” I answered, not looking up. “So, something imaginary,” he said, which sounded condescending and irritating. 'Who’s THIS guy?" I thought, and looking up, I asked, “Are you a student?” “Doctoral candidate - applied physics,” he said, both off-handedly and cutting directly to the chase. “Things too small to see,” I said. “Imaginary things,” I growled in revenge. His mouth quirked - the suggestion of a smile dancing at the corners of his lips. He finished his coffee after a while and left. I saw him on campus several times after that - It got to where we’d nod. Then one thundering, rainy, dark-gray Saturday morning he was back. “Ahem,” he said, and before I could even look up, he asked, “May I join you?” I looked up, and around - there were plenty of seats. ”We can be imaginary friends,” he added. I smiled and nodded ‘ok.’ . . A song for this: Cannock Chase by Labi Siffre Who Knows What Love Is? by Strawberry Switchblade
Enter Author Name (Not Required)