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
Let the Gypsy Fiddler Play
Let the Gypsy Fiddler play a haunting melody as we race blindly, through this life, toward what is meant to be. Let his fingers touch the strings, his arm, control the bow, as we seek love and happiness in a world that tells us, "No". So, play you Gypsy Fiddler! Play with all your heart! The echo of your melody gave this love its start. And when your song is over -- when you no longer play -- we'll have to pay the fiddler and go our separate way. The Gypsy Fiddler found us a little bit too late. But the way he played upon our hearts was destiny, or fate. He's in the final chorus now, he'll soon complete the song. Then we'll be called to live again in a world we don't belong. So, play you Gypsy Fiddler! Play with all your heart! The echo of your melody gave this love its start. And when your song is over -- when you no longer play -- we'll have to pay the fiddler and go our separate way.
Copyright © 2026 John Posey. All Rights Reserved