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
Thorn
I am here to catch your words before they die. Reciprocating and recycling emotions crawling, without fuss toward my heart's chamber. Locked, without comotion, for the remainder of time. You are my light borrower. You wear the cast-off from the moon with pride. Illuminating trenches deep within the soul - so full of holes, that it cannot fail to hide. I lay down before your every word. I agree, before your lies have spilled from cracked lips, like poisonous herds from Hell - escaped; eternally on the run. You devour my will. I offer it freely on a plate slaughtered and garnished with affection. Your beauty commands, like the harshness of nature, obedience, apologies - an ongoing resurrection. I die to escape you. I am the seed falling to be re-born. You - the stem from which I pull, petals ripping like fabric - screeching in the air the deed is done. You were my enchanter: You are my thorn.
Copyright © 2024 Phil Naylor. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things