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 In a small and lonely cabin out of noisy traffic's way, Sat an old man, bent and feeble, dusk of face, and hair of gray, And beside him on the table, battered, old, and worn as he, Lay a banjo, droning forth this reminiscent melody: "Night is closing in upon us, friend of mine, but don't be sad; Let us think of all the pleasures and the joys that we have had. Let us keep a merry visage, and be happy till the last, Let the future still be sweetened with the honey of the past. "For I speak to you of summer nights upon the yellow sand, When the Southern moon was sailing high and silvering all the land; And if love tales were not sacred, there's a tale that I could tell Of your many nightly wanderings with a dusk and lovely belle. "And I speak to you of care-free songs when labour's hour was o'er, And a woman waiting for your step outside the cabin door, And of something roly-poly that you took upon your lap, While you listened for the stumbling, hesitating words, 'Pap, pap.' "I could tell you of a 'possum hunt across the wooded grounds, I could call to mind the sweetness of the baying of the hounds, You could lift me up and smelling of the timber that 's in me, Build again a whole green forest with the mem'ry of a tree. "So the future cannot hurt us while we keep the past in mind, What care I for trembling fingers,—what care you that you are blind?[Pg 125] Time may leave us poor and stranded, circumstance may make us bend; But they 'll only find us mellower, won't they, comrade?—in the end."
Enter Author Name (Not Required)