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)Required No more suprises now christmas holds, As day by day I’m growing old. This I wish to confess, Now christmas makes me pretty depressed. I was fond of natural yule tree, But now my grandchildren pick it from online for discount or free. Within a seconds the remote control automatically decorates, I fairly don’t admire this and just artlessly hate. Even the presents are now pre-ordered, As to make it a cinch for Santa to dish out them across the boders. Santa has become freaky and kooky too, He wears a glinting red coat with a sunglass blue. Now he doesn’t ride on a sleigh, But drives the latest fancy ferrari on each christmas day. Guess who is the driver Dasher, Dancer, Prancer nor Vixen, Comet ,Cupid, Donner, Oh yes its Blitzen. Rudolph with other reindeers roaring in a hike, Follows the car with their speedy bikes. Now no more he says ho ho ho! Rather heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho. Santa arrives with a rocking radio beat, For me its time to snooze when all meet him and greet. Well yes it still snows, But its colour keeps changing and even it glows. Remember the old christmas tree, Sitting around it with gifts and glee. Once the gifts used to lay below, But now in the air it floats and flow. Sorry if I sound a bit rude, But now its time to go and atleast cheerish the food. Bye bye the age old X-mas. Albiet its 2060, but still we wish Merry Christmas. 12/12/2015 A FUTURISTIC CHRISTMAS- POETRY CONTEST Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Enter Author Name (Not Required)