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 Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it gush. The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to the taps gush, merely believe this city certain to save the mums from slavery of their own. Owed the boredom drenching in strings water to the songs of birds close the window to the windmill. The nights become longer to the size of river Nile wishing the night to swallow the day, their pace can be heard in parliamentary to the voice of the kettles rumbling in the morning Their sweat determines the pain they have been through to ignorant of the truth the pipes are like dead snakes on the roads biting us with fear. It gushes no water that too melancholy on milky tooth of incompetent man hovering his wings to the nation and attribution regretted. She colors her behavior to spit the crowded of women around the well to the crisscross that wills the nation to notion active only by the title of competency if imagined. The cascade of the city to scent of village with tantamount hope boiling no interest to glue in city that with no sign of before, but backwardness rumble to the dumbbell in the morning to mothers cry. The dampness of their clothes to the scent of cockroaches well being, the fake manifesto entertains poverty and glue the water collectors to colloquial gossip in the morning hoping to ram the messed up and the big mistake ever nation has cried that circulated in short saga. Dumb in parliament to the palatable junks of protruding stomach shining gown to the shake of lizard to the fall of Julius Cesar by the sword And by the oath of power to the pointless of being a President to the resident overdue of coalition of poverty is fence of blunders on the frying plate by then the imagination of mums fetching the tinkling of water enshrined them each morning to months of lamentation They rallied you to paint their faces with hope of impregnated oath to breath of thief with heavy sombre spell diction's where we must defend to the arrival of Jesus by jumbling solutions to fix broken ideas to the weight night.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)