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
Hardships Butter
by Michaelw1two The stars of society, great notion once did scintillate; their glow burned too fast, ash, cinder, sloth, agnominate; what, gifted fate's skewers, sole reply, a dross adumbrate; life, guts all souls; death's head did spirit ablaqueate. Court not, the rule in justice, culpability is the blame; where evil spread, ascribe strife's Id as quoting Boehme; earth, is food for worm, demands flesh to whet its loam; mankind in greedy lust, curst promise, to dream venomed. If justice, is synonym for bread, equality is its spread; they, are symmetry to life and health in living's thread; fed to profiteering few, who cause, life's morbid dread; they, will feast to death, for earth, leave not a shred. Life's cauldron steams, beneath fires we can't control; sought, is gentry's sweet butter, democracy's decontrol; fed on schisms, palates satiated by life's slop bowl; rejecting meals context, and savor rubric of future whole. Survival, quenches thirst, of each who seek life's bread; hardship futile postulate, hungry souls crave words said; tasty freedom's tout, cannot be minced by thirst misled; each, will eat, this buttered bread, or all, will wind up dead. Jan 2010
Copyright © 2024 Michael Walkerjohn. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things