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 the photo graphic, 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


Main/Poem Text

Background Position Alignment:

Upload Image: 

 10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:

Layout: - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry
The Lay of Sir Donald
The Lay of Sir Donald (Or: Le Chanson de Donald) An orange man – of red and trailing tie, Small hands, and copious twitter-feed – sing I! Most staunch ’gainst Saracen and Mede is he, Bare-armed and ruddy-necked his followers be. Brightly he barteth, and knows how, full well, In sev’n-score characters his truth to tell. Courtly he is to nymphs – yea, most correct – And any contradictions he’ll reject: Talk of “ailuric rapture”, he maintains, Was nothing more than banter between swains. And though, by direst foe as “dotard” shamed – By REGAL liege-man “moron”, too, proclaimed – He’s shunned by ANGELA, the Teuton queen For policies much nearer black than green, He’s loved by VIKTOR, chief of Magyar horde, And (still?) VLADIMIR, Muscovy’s dark lord. But all now tremble at his reckoning, In Orient far, with JONG the Hermit King. Tis hard to know whose head is the more beefy Or whose hair more eccentric’ly coiffefe. “Since in ballistics you indulge, and fission,” Quoth he, “Let us contend in micturition. My country’s armoury is locked and loaded To make yours but a wilderness,” he goaded. You doubt he sets his cap at Tyranny? That risk of Bloody Warre augmented be? As well to doubt the POPE’S denomination, Or Silvan Sites of Ursine Defecation!
Copyright © 2019 Robert Whitford. All Rights Reserved