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
Life Laughs Tragedy My Way
I walk without moving, Across a world I can’t see, As life laughs tragedy at me. Laughter amidst the progress of man. Languish against the prowess of man. Malicious laughter raising "round-robin". May I ask their intent? Inquire of their bent? My destruction? Pure amusement? Self defense? What's your inspiration? We watch your work and wonder. What's your constant notion? We walk the world. We wander. You've lost me, You've tossed me To the dark, deadly depths. You hailed me. You failed me. No reprise, no rest. Solitary. I have succumbed to seclusion. Beat down. Feeling the dry ground. Fearing the melodic sound: My desperate breathing, My own heart beating. Yet, even my fears could not imagine the depth of loneliness. Every morsel has no flavor. Every bite of this life is bland. Though I strive to savor, I cannot help but spit-out your offering of sand. For the sake of being morbid For the hope of seeming hopeless I crawl through the dirt of graves With astounding display of drama in the dragging of my legs. Announcing the refusal of my remaining days. A tantrum of sorts. Played-out in the dust. With Life and Death looking on in disgust.
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Rogers. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs