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
Holy Land, Your Place, Your Flesh -
Would you crusade to remote regions in search of that timeless tomb, the one made of seasalt & sandstone, to towns tempered by the terror of war, windswept with worry, Do prayer calls of the Jihadist singe the comfort breathing in your books of traditions, could the Koran summon an instinct of journey in the feet of your hopes, perhaps the Bardo Thadol a simmering shout from the monastery of one's monsters suppressed in cells of selfless sorrow, daring repressed in reminiscence of rectitude, in the Old Testament do you find aged allergies or fertile figments of prophets' pennies, saviors in the center of gravity cinching the flinching surfacing in proverbs proofing along the borders of the desserts chilling in the kitchen of your cares, Maybe in front of the Wailing Wall you'd find dust entreating you to become a martyr for the charm of morning, on your knees amid the Caaba perhaps sand jinies will jest, in the midst of the tree grip of Angkor Watt the tongue of first life might muse of miracles sewn into the sackcloth of parents' aspirations, conceptions wrought from the wanted, take it to the sky, take it to the soil, take it to the core, let saints keep score, take it 'till there is no more - J.A.B. %
Copyright © 2024 Justin Bordner. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs