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
Life In a Child Eyes
Like a small kid my playful nature shows, Always in the play ground in endless play, Through the eye of a child I could see, The world which want play with me. Everyone wants to hold me in their laps, Sing me a lullaby to get me to sleep, A sleep well deserved in the afternoon. In another reality the world is different, When it turns against me and hurts me. Every day I wake up in a fresh day, With my mum around to bathe me. My father lifts me up and smiles, And toss me around as I wiggle. I laugh, laugh, laugh and laugh, Until my limbs run dry for laughter. In my young life I see roses of life, Blossom before my very eyes, Yet at time they are turned to thorns. Every day to me is a day of innocence, But the same world which makes me laughs, Makes me cry in pain it inflicts on me. My innocence has been taken from me And my body has been abused I have never done wrong to the world But am in a jungle full of carnivores, Carnivores which want to eat me alive Listen to my voice in the desert crying, Reaching out to whoever can listen, It’s a faint voice of a deserted soul, And the vultures ready to devour on me. Am young but my eyes has seen a lot, More than they can tell or say. Who can dry the tears I shed every day And take all the pains that is killing me
Copyright © 2024 Bernard Wachira. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things