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


Main/Poem Text

Background Position Alignment:

Upload Image: 

 10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:

Layout: - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry
Ella Hyde 1857-1898
Ella Hyde 1857- 1898 That cad with the freckle on his forehead, That rascal man beast, Handsome as a Greek But devastatingly insecure, And so deliciously young! He was the one who stole my pride, There, behind the Hadley tombstone in the moonlight, And who, Breathlessly and with trembling hands, Unlatched the ruby red necklace From around my naked neck that night. It was he. That cad who swooped down upon my innocence, Like a maniacal Zeus In one of his crazy costumes of concupiscence, And carried me off to nights of brazen episodes, Splendid spectacles in light and magic, Of him and me embracing wildly, madly, In dreamy dances with caresses and kisses. Only the truly passionate Could understand these mad scenes in the dark! I met RS on many a night In the long concealing shadows of Central Park. He was my man, but he didn’t know it. I lived my life here in this dusty town the best I could. I believe I left my mark in some small but universal way. At least I knew when to say no to Roscoe Settle. Now I’d like to go back to my grave and sleep. I am tired of this rant about The Man Beast. At 41 I entered here after my bout with diphtheria. The trees here are my shadowy friends now. But I sometimes secretly wish I could meet RS. Just as it was in 1897, He and I kissing in the garden Gazebo at Central Park, His hand on the small of my back. Me trembling with monstrous want, My ultimate Prince. Who lied to me like a rat!
Copyright © 2021 stark hunter. All Rights Reserved