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
Dream Barker
We met for supper in your flat-bottomed boat.

I got there first: in a white dress: I remember
Wondering if you'd come.
Then you shot over the bank,
A Virgilian Nigger Jim, and poled us off
To a little sea-food barker's cave you knew.


What'll you have? you said.
Eels hung down,
Bamboozled claws hung up from the crackling weeds.

The light was all behind us.
To one side
In a dish of ice was a shell shaped like a sand-dollar
But worked with Byzantine blue and gold.
What's that?

Well, I've never seen it before, you said,
And I don't know how it tastes.

Oh well, said I, if it's bad,
I'm not too hungry, are you? We'd have the shell.
.
.

I know just how you feel, you said.


And asked for it; we held out our hands.

Six Dollars! barked the barker, For This Beauty!
We fell down laughing in your flat-bottomed boat, .


And then I woke up: in a white dress:
Dry as a bone on dry land, Jim,
Bone dry, old, in a dry land, Jim, my Jim.
Written by: Jean Valentine