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 f l i c k e r i n g f l a m e s guide upon fragile pretences. Wax d r i p s like heavy t e a r s suppressed for years and.... I tried, yet they never seemed to understand. So... I remained misunderstood by ignorant minds I guess I became lost m i s g u i d e d. Yet, I remained on that path, maybe, to be accepted. They forget, even saints have sinned. I did not need to be fixed nor cured, i was not diseased, i was not dying. My mind saw in clear definition Yet the heart was still... A little torn. It was you - them, all of you. Those who never showed me the way nor any faith. So, I remained always at the start. Each time I took one step forward, in the end I just went back and... Even though I was there none of you saw me. Silence became my friend, The heart did beat, but it f e l l upon deaf ears. I was fragile, but you were intoxicated, floating within ignorant intimacy, like butterflies full of lust but... They still came took what they wanted and left. Even you could not see how your polluted perfume was choking me. When I showed you the whole of the moon, you disagreed and said, it was just a crescent. Again you failed to see what was hidden behind the clouds - which masked the truth. As the horizons diversify and the stars begin to fade, the day will come, when I am gone. Some may cry - most will smile. As you stumble upon my words and the ink reels of blood portray my life, maybe then, as the sun is dying - someone may finally understand.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)