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 Sighing, he shouldered the old duffle bag And followed others as they sauntered down the gangway Free at last, from the ship's cramped and stench-filled quarters, He smiled, at the crisp, fresh and bitingly cold, new day! His feet, now planted firmly on the new soil, Made him want to shout, dance, raising his hands, 'Hello, new world, I, Sven, have made it here at last!' Others, mumbled, 'More foreigners to divide the land!' A new land full of promise and scarcely civilized, With Indians, vying to sell their furs and wares, Their hands, 'signing'and voices 'tainted' with broken English, Spotting the livery, he decided to visit the stables there! His belly, rumbled, as a ways off he heard the supper bell rang, He looked a peculiar sight, with his wind-blown blonde hair, Smelling sour and sweaty, many weeks growth on his chin, But he'd survived! Others had died of disease in the stale air! With days adrift, without wind to unfurl the main sails, And angry squalls that came out of the fog to frighten and surprise, Those with weak stomachs were tossed and pitched about the floundering ship, A shout of 'plague' and overboard the sick went before his very eyes!' His belly would stay empty, another day it rumbled unsatisfied, For the horse, cart and feed had been a necessary; costly price, Across the street, stood a bustling, large general store, With his last few coins, he bought an axe, tools and a fine hunting knife! Some lard, flour, dried beef and a few country cakes, Gunpowder, an old bow fiddle and some leather strips, But most important, he had purchased the 'deed' to his own land, Towards the open range he rode, distant, now from that fateful ship! As he rode, he marveled at the scope of the land, Huge timber trees, stretched out their 'necks' into space, White wolves howled out in mourning, their cries echoing the sound, And eagles circled in greeting, wings dipped in 'mute' grace! Vitals in his belly; he took the old fiddle and started to play, The tune stirring a longing; reminding him of Papa and his home, How Ma had squeezed him extra hard; tears welling up in her eyes, As he slowly walked up that gangplank; he'd never felt so alone! With his saddle for a pillow, he bedded down for the night, Looking at his two strong hands, Sven sighed as he smiled, On his land would soon stand, a 'sweat of his brow'; pine cabin, Ample reward for enduring those lonely and treacherous overseas miles! ©11/11/2011
Enter Author Name (Not Required)