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
Wisdom
O wisdom flowith high with the whiskers of the sun Grace it with a fleshed hand, that will not wilt like these parched flowers become a friend to the sky and ask it all it secrets pray it will tell you how is happiness is kept, even though so blue... O wisdom flowith high and touch the stars above You found out that even daylight cannot shun their knowing love glimmering with no signs of movement, but o they give me life tiny little brothers of the yearning sunflower, that wishes it was night. O wisdom flowith high unlike my heart that's still in dirt Beating slowly in gravel and worms, cause of someone gave this hurt... Salamanders crawling and creeping on my skin you do not wither me like this hate I feel with in O wisdom flowith high and teach me how to lie! For this pain I feel catch fire, will surely let me die, but I do not want to be sick with tears for him to see and sigh Let me grin a snare my teeth, so he could move and I could bide.
Copyright © 2025 Jessica Arteaga. All Rights Reserved