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
Daughter
Quarter past seven, Sunday morning I hear a voice that gently asks me: Are you already awake, Dad? Are you cozy coming down with me? Do you have to go to work, or are you free today? And are you going out with me? Oh, time goes by so fast! Yesterday I saw her for the first time, she was laying in my arms. She is beautiful and time becomes her. I blink my eyes and see how she’ s changed, again and again. But how big she may be, In my eyes she’ll always remain small. Quarter past seven, Sunday morning I hear the front door open, very gently, And I fall asleep, she is home. I wanted to pick her up, but she asked not to be there She finds her way home by now And sometimes, when I close my eyes We walk together on the beach Her little hand in mine And then, she stops time for a while And it is a moment again like before And she needs me again. I hold her As she was I hold her. Quarter past seven, Sunday morning She hears my voice that softly wakens her Today is your big day She is beautiful and time becomes her I blink my eyes and see that her heart is forever for someone else But where ever she may be In my mind she is with me In my eyes she remains small
Copyright © 2024 Erik De Neef. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs