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
Cassandra's Girls
What is in the glow of a moonless night? Drops of sadness on shattered glass, Blinding blankness in a clandestine plight Or a pretty orphan girl, alas. She sways along the roads, so bright She wears the sunshine and the rain, She cries when the street-dogs fight She has no worries, no one to blame. What is in the strand of a bald man's hair? Stains of sin on a crumpled shirt, Questions meandering like a murderer's dare Or a pretty orphan girl's dirt. She swoons between heels of fame, She smiles through cigarette smoke, She applauds this perfidious game, She gets raped, a random bloke. What is in the noise of a fly on a corpse? Lumps of shame on a naked canvas, Innocence lost with childlike remorse, Or a pretty orphan girl, Cassandra's. She listened to the dimming of the holy light, She searched for angels in a forlorn place She drank her tears to honour her might, They orphaned too, her pretty face.
Copyright © 2025 Iman Roy. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things