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
The River
The river remembers When the first man came to drink, And the ice cold April melt Of a heavy March snow That fell a century ago. It was a narrow, struggling stream Searching for its way between the hills. The old river knows everything. It is full of suffering; toppling And gnawing at the bedrock. Its’ pummeled banks are punished With uncountable raindrops Upon raindrops. My oar trudges the haunted water. The old river holds many things, Dead branches, bones and shadows. Silent creatures dwell in its’ dark swirls. It holds the misplaced things, Ray-Bans, fishing lures and flip-flops. The river is afflicted as a woman’s heart; Keeping its’ secrets in the deep Cold basement of the underneath. It holds many tears And wayward spirits that loom On sleepy layers of river mist. My oar trudges the turbulent tears. A rushing torment carries them away. The old river flows on and on, Pushing its’ burden toward the sea, And still the river remains.
Copyright © 2024 Tammy Swank. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things