Home » Poems » Poetry Art » Poetry Art / Greeting Card Maker

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.

Text
Layout
Background

Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required
No one in this morning The road is deserted, It's too early under the gray sky, The veins of my hands, Salient hands on the wheel The look Elevated The white line scrolls, The colored houses, fled, Since the curves crossed, Creeks glimpsed, The white studs punctuate the road, pedal to the floor,, Not any possible gesture Just those, tiny, Extending the machine According to the gray ribbon Powered by the wheels Swallowing the consistency, of traffic signs, blurred by speed, The craft carried by his power, Shares my drunkenness ... Almost brought a strength, Internal and autonomous The motor flexibility It shiny metal body, Discreet comfort inside ... And suddenly ,this is At the end of the turn, This dog, As an immobile sphinx, His unexpected question, The deflected trajectory, Gravel under the tires, The crazy slide, Nothing controls it Falling universe A jump above the parapet, A single flight without return Net stopped by an heavy shock Cons below ... A brief moment, I remember , The covering waves, Ebbing, breaking, Again and again, Distributing its foam On the rocks ... No one in this morning The road is still deserted It's too early in the gray sky. - Personne en ce matin, La route est déserte, Trop tôt sous le ciel gris, Les veines de mes mains, Saillantes, mes mains sur le volant, Le regard en plongée, La ligne blanche qui défile, Les maisons de couleur, enfuies, Dès les courbes franchies, Les criques entr'aperçues, Les poteaux blancs rythment le trajet, pédale au plancher,, Plus de geste possible, Que ceux, infimes, Prolongeant la machine, Suivant le ruban gris, Propulsé sous les roues Avalant la consistance, des panneaux de signalisation, floutés par la vitesse, L'engin porté par sa puissance, Partageant l'ivresse... Presque porté d'une force, Interne et autonome, Moteur en souplesse, Carosserie brillante, Confort intérieur discret ... Et c'est là soudain, Au sortir du virage, Qu'il y a ce chien, Comme un sphinx immobile, Sa question imprévue, La trajectoire déviée, Les gravillons sous les pneus, La glissade folle, Que rien ne contrôle, L'univers qui bascule, Le bond au-dessus du parapet, Un vol sans retour, Stoppé net par le lourd choc, En contre-bas... Je revois un bref instant, Les vagues les recouvrant, Refluant, se brisant, Encore et encore, Distribuant son écume Sur les rochers... Personne en ce matin, La route est encore déserte, Il est trop tôt sous le ciel gris. - RC - mai 2014

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

Color:

Main/Poem Text

Color:

Layout: TallShort

www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry

It's Too Early In the Gray Sky - From French

No one in this morning The road is deserted, It's too early under the gray sky, The veins of my hands, Salient hands on the wheel The look Elevated The white line scrolls, The colored houses, fled, Since the curves crossed, Creeks glimpsed, The white studs punctuate the road, pedal to the floor,, Not any possible gesture Just those, tiny, Extending the machine According to the gray ribbon Powered by the wheels Swallowing the consistency, of traffic signs, blurred by speed, The craft carried by his power, Shares my drunkenness ... Almost brought a strength, Internal and autonomous The motor flexibility It shiny metal body, Discreet comfort inside ... And suddenly ,this is At the end of the turn, This dog, As an immobile sphinx, His unexpected question, The deflected trajectory, Gravel under the tires, The crazy slide, Nothing controls it Falling universe A jump above the parapet, A single flight without return Net stopped by an heavy shock Cons below ... A brief moment, I remember , The covering waves, Ebbing, breaking, Again and again, Distributing its foam On the rocks ... No one in this morning The road is still deserted It's too early in the gray sky. - Personne en ce matin, La route est déserte, Trop tôt sous le ciel gris, Les veines de mes mains, Saillantes, mes mains sur le volant, Le regard en plongée, La ligne blanche qui défile, Les maisons de couleur, enfuies, Dès les courbes franchies, Les criques entr'aperçues, Les poteaux blancs rythment le trajet, pédale au plancher,, Plus de geste possible, Que ceux, infimes, Prolongeant la machine, Suivant le ruban gris, Propulsé sous les roues Avalant la consistance, des panneaux de signalisation, floutés par la vitesse, L'engin porté par sa puissance, Partageant l'ivresse... Presque porté d'une force, Interne et autonome, Moteur en souplesse, Carosserie brillante, Confort intérieur discret ... Et c'est là soudain, Au sortir du virage, Qu'il y a ce chien, Comme un sphinx immobile, Sa question imprévue, La trajectoire déviée, Les gravillons sous les pneus, La glissade folle, Que rien ne contrôle, L'univers qui bascule, Le bond au-dessus du parapet, Un vol sans retour, Stoppé net par le lourd choc, En contre-bas... Je revois un bref instant, Les vagues les recouvrant, Refluant, se brisant, Encore et encore, Distribuant son écume Sur les rochers... Personne en ce matin, La route est encore déserte, Il est trop tôt sous le ciel gris. - RC - mai 2014

Book: Reflection on the Important Things