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 Legend has it you’re a myth but I remember, we once kissed, not so very long ago, beneath shooting stars and falling snow. You were more mystical than I back then, my secret shadow and dearest friend, searching the heavens and in between life and death for things unseen. I remember how you came and left like a spirit on a travel quest, for something only angels bare wanting more than I could share. In this or any other place I fell for you and your covered face, and nothing more than the love you swore, for me was like a swinging door. The way you teased and pleased me then as if in a dream and tail head-spin, more than any one’s reality could take, to survive, I surmised you were all but fake. Beguiling with your childish charms like a black hole pulled me in beyond, the piercing stare of your sweet, snake eyes blinding me with your deep disguise. Dancing, prancing, romancing, like a queen of hearts and minds, you were killing me, day by day and night by night, loving you was a yearning, burning, dismal delight. Full of anger, worship, and whispered dreams that someday you might marry me, still deceived and full of grace, I prayed someday we would embrace. Until you vanished like a splendid swan as I watched your wake dissipate ‘till you were gone... into a legendary land I’m told comes and goes, like shooting stars and falling snow.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)