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
~ (~) ~ She Knew ~ (~) ~
Gone her way home; cast overcast; time waylays prompts me, child; do never; no-never forsake, ever. ""She... Momma wept, Sissy's, tears worn, she- went I died with her, never more, always will-be, we, one-soul, us; "So defined - friends-you better bet... yes... !"" Day she died, told mama, hers-then, readily mine all-others still then-though ours - better put that dress you made; on me," "four-percent lounge capacity;" she had not told her, her mother then no-no-one but, yes; she knew... my-Sissy. Gone... Mama, ours... heroin took her, forgot to open the garage door, was her last hit of the night I'm sure - safety, was mine, my Sissy's wealth - in the Lord, ours. Her faith one lounge-was her strength, her wheel chair, nothing to her but, her-rocker; simple chariot, Mama both of them ours-yes, all who came before, them. Love them, God having made them, heart golden, one breath - my Sissy's heaven, for mother too I believe - yes... stile... it's His-I-believe, it-is His, God blessedness, all-His children His-with-this Divinity, yes, so I treasure this innocence... . Oh-the Glory-the Glory... yes... ! God; His mercy... it knows' itself - every breath you take-take-care, cherish, the kisses .. ... .. ! - Just-fishing-you know ... .. ... ~ Heaven-thoughts of-hot Summer days - and I believe He-cries-yes. Welcome Home... .. babies; tears-His filling-the river - contented lone; in-His - in-His-love...; love.. ... ..; carrying one of though 'ole Sony-jute-boxes-yea - "hey man, looks like you knead a bight - .. ... .. and-we-all say, Lord-hunger strikes them not... the-fish... - thank-You .. ... .. . ~ Blessed-be-the-Father.... .. ... - all-eternity-in me the-word-has remained; has been-so made; proven; worthy http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=_JQiEs32SqQ&feature=artistob&playnext=1&list=TLBCRinqtYRSM
Copyright © 2024 James Long. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things