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
Faith and Hope
A tribute to slavery: Sweat dripping to my weary and feeble knees! Please master! Please! Don't make me pick cotton in the summers heat! Please! No get back to work you jerk ! I'm the master! Your the slave! Behave! No! Please master! Please! No! I said no! Go! let some more sweat drip to your knees! Then I'll be pleased! Off I goes to the secret gathering under the shade of the trees--Kneeling,Praying with dirt,twigs and dead leaves under my knees.We sing songs of hope and faith. OH the whip has scared my flesh. OH the whip has scared my soul. OH lord hear my cry else I'll die young and not old,take control At last guide my soul,at last guide my cold to your warm kingdom,to your warm hold to your glorious kingdom, burden free free free OH at last guide me, to your kingdom of heavenly--- We all singed the song, young and old,an attempt to uplift our weary and dreary in times of scary. Tho freedom seemed far tho hell seemed near me, Prayer in the beautiful black night evoked healing angels near me. A slaves cry attracted the angels eye NOW I AM FREE!!!
Copyright © 2024 Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things