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
Merestead
I spent the morn by Mom's hospital bed Looked on my phone, found Merestead An estate where you can see the land unfold My brother took the shift, help like gold. I unlocked my bike from a pole near the E.R. I cycled slow, but it felt like far. Got to Bedford Road, shoulder eroded beneath Cars whizzed by, I gritted my teeth. (Chorus) People smile on the road, but your heart's like a stone You think of the pain you feel alone. And the road rolls on when you can't cry. Feel the green of the earth and the cloudless sky There’s a peace you find when you let things be But it's doesn't last, and it's not free. Turned on Byram Lake road, now it got nice Green leaves sparkled, clear air added spice. Passed a locked gate, looked back after a mile hillside like a savannah, I had to smile. Road went by the lake, I stopped for the view Dirt road around, then climbed to route 22. After some miles crossed a dam of chiseled stone phoned my brother at the hospital, he said "go home!" Mom is wasting away, for too long she wouldn't eat Her attitude is that old age won, she wants to admit defeat My heart is sick when I put myself in her stead But I'm glad I had the time to go by Merestead. (outro) Yes, I’m grateful that I took that ride I thought of Mom's life, much to take pride. And the world stood still for me long enough To face going back… and the harder stuff.
Copyright © 2026 Mark Springer. All Rights Reserved