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
True Brotherhood
The helmsman sings a merry song: Haec est vera fraternas, and downs a cup of something strong, Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas. The sailors dance a lusty jig, forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig. Young princes and their ladies fair join in the drunken helmsman's air: Haec est vera fraternas. Commoners with nobles prance. Friars and laymen, how they dance! The jester sports a broken lance, a trophy from the fields of France. "To Henry!" sounds the raucous toast. Hear the young knights, how they boast of conquests on and off the field, when foemen or coy maidens yield. While Fitzroy strokes a wench's leg, the boatswain opes yet one more keg. See their chains of gleaming gold, but feel the wind grown strangely cold. William the atheling alone, to the marrow of each bone feels what sorrows must atone for the sins of court and throne. Woe to the ship, woe to the realm, where none is mindful of the helm. Woe to the king who ne'er shall smile, woe to those bereft of child. Gone is that day and gone that night, gone that ship so ghostly white, gone the prince who bravely sought to save his sister, deed ill bought! If, one night by Barfleur's shore, you may hear that song once more: Haec est vera fraternas, et haec est aeternitas.
Copyright © 2019 Julian Scutts. All Rights Reserved