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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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Escape
Pizza boxes line the floor and litter my recent calls, I don’t know the time of day or the last time I ventured outdoors. Lost in my own worthless abyss, drowning in my thoughts, Look at this mess you’ve caused. I’ve watched so much TV that my eyes literally feel square, So detached from reality, I question if I truly care. I haven’t brushed my teeth for a week or so much as styled my hair, Instead I’ve sat cursing God for ignoring my prayers. I look at my ‘friends’ and try to broach the subject, knowing this effort’s in vain. I talk from the depths of my heart, uttering unspoken truths, revealing the weight of my pain. And I look to their faces, try to fix their gaze, but I know they have nothing to say. So I wallow in self pity, shutting out the world, resisting the urge to escape. I reach to you in desperation, in a plea for an alternative resolution. The nastiness I provoke plunges me deeper in confusion: You tell me to get on with my life, that my love is a delusion. I no longer know what I’m doing. I take an open-top bus ride around the place I call home And don’t even recognise the ‘places of interest’ I’m shown. I’m oblivious to the tour guide and his incessant drone – I spend my journey looking expectantly at my phone. Burdened by the weight, of the misdemeanours and mistakes That took me to this place, through a pointless, perpetual chase; Engulfed by the bitter taste, of the agony I must embrace, I spread my wings wide and escape.
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