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.



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Glass On Glass
Monday I am your best friend filling your red wagon with 23 speckled glass marbles, sitting like indians and drawing circles in sand, laughing at tiny collisions. Tuesday I am your mother, leaving your father screaming in the doorway, filling your questions with silence and your hunger with soup-kitchen cereal and homeless-shelter beds. Wednesday I am the teenage arm around your waist, the hair beneath your hands, an echo of the pounding bass. You float in a cloud of bliss or lilac perfume. Thursday I am the the woman next door getting the newspaper in a fraying coral robe— so desperately angry—leaning over a fence to shake one withered finger at your child’s infernal noise. Friday I am your daughter clutching a lollipop in one sticky hand, your pant leg in the other, dancing on your toes, laughing. “Why are you smiling, Daddy?” Saturday I am your best friend gripping the rails of a hospital bed. I am shudders and weak reassurance, a spindly hand in yours, and the long-forgotten clink of glass on glass.
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