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 The Day The Dog Died The very day her dog had died ; she sat alone and cried and cried. He'd been her companion for many a day ; she thought he'd be there when SHE went away. She wept and wept all through the night ; somehow, her husband would make it all right. They got in the car and went to the pound ; she, so discouraged, just looked at the ground. "Pick out another", her old husband said ; "You have to face it, your boy dog is dead." Then the old lady walked slowly outside ; tears rolled down her face, she wanted to hide. Up rambled an old dog, a female was she ; crawled into their car, as bold as could be. The dog sat patiently waiting there ; not moving a muscle, going nowhere. "She just picked us out !", the old lady cried ; "I thought I'd have no friend till' the day I died." Now both the old girls sit in a chair; discussing the world and going nowhere. That little dog had a very sad past ; now, she has someone to love her, at last. She's given the dog a name, Dee Dee, she listens intently, her chin on Mom's knee. They pass the long hours being together; in rain or snow, through all kinds of weather. So, if this is a "dog's life", lucky is she; there's just not a better place to be. Perhaps they will leave on the very same day, for, to each, there is no other possible way. I think of them often....they'r gone from this earth; I'm nearing her age and I not nearly her worth. Although. three little dogs sit on my bed; listening and playing and tilting their heads, at each and everything I say; like it was important in some sort of way. I understand the importance of each little creature ; to someone, somewhere, for they are the teachers.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)