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
Yggdrasil
Beneath the roots of the Tree of Life, The mythical Yggdrasil, Live the Three Sisters of Fortune, Three spinners sit weaving still. Our fortunes favoured, fortunes damned, Are spun to dusk from dawn, The destinies of every man Ordained before we’re born. Spun threads of rope and threads of silk And threads of finest gold; With every one a path of life The Spinners have foretold. Embittered entertainment prompts Their play with our distress; They weft and warp our misery With transient happiness. Even the most blessed threads May still incur their wrath, Sometimes are spun through deeper roots To weave a darker cloth. The rarest threads, the bravest lives Led so resolutely, But as with gold debase to dust Corrupted absolutely. They spin the hopes we seek fulfilled, And bring them dashing down They weave our ways to where they wish Then laugh beneath the ground. Life’s choices are illusory, And false we have free will; Oh cruel Sisters of the Tree! Oh fickle Yggdrasil!
Copyright © 2024 John Coopey. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs