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 Life so blue what have I done to you? Your daunting frame constricts my days, And I feel the air in my lungs dissipate, Cuts so deep I bleed and I weep, For more than one crushed soul beneath your heel, Sitting here in my tiny box full of thoughts, Watching your raging despair and relentless fury, There is no God that hath made such imperfect savagery, There is so much we know lost to echoes from the past, So much we yet don't because our greed is fast, Blessed with a world so rich and bountiful, Cursed to be sucked dry by humanity's scoundrels, When invisible masters tug at the strings, Half the world bows down and sings, We're only the architects of our own destruction, Choosing to trust in stories resurrection, Instead of trading today's hate for tomorrow's affection, To live with the knowledge that countless will die only knowing misery, Is only to hope that my own life will measure to some antonym of our history, The universe shows us everyday how much there is to discover, But we spend our time watching and fighting wars with each other, There's a infinite sky speckled with possibility above, But we hang our heads low and call this life enough, This paradox is what drives me to empty pages, Waiting to be filled with more empty proclamations, No one will listen and no one will know, Of a fearful boy's bitter poetry or prose.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)