Home » Poems » Poetry Art » Poetry Art / Greeting Card Maker

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.

Text
Layout
Background

Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required
THE CLOCK In the shadows of deepening twilight remote in a familiar world; each moment the tick of a clock, each one added to all that have gone before, each, one less the total. How many days have I or should my time be set in breaths. What if I breath faster, will slow breath slow time, but no answer from the night. The wind wafts in and out through the open window stirring the shadows; each gust like the breath of some dim giant, his pulse the flow of time. Time, ever moving, unyielding to any hope or thought; time’s path to infinity shielded from the present as though by an invisible wall, holding back hope and thought. Along this pathway from the past there lays scattered, time worn debris; all the dreams once cherished, now no more than faded pictures; names and faces lost to memory, the significant now insignificant. At one time I thought or did think I could stop universal madness with a scream, but I couldn’t scream and expose myself; time raged in open warfare, unmolested in its bludgeoning way. Yet unchecked life flows in rapid acceleration further from the beginning ever closer to the end, each moment the tick of a clock without sound yet still heard. Immortal I the soul ponders of universal wonders, while mortal I lay quietly in the depth of shadows; each tick, one added to all, each, one less the total.

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

Color:

Main/Poem Text

Color:

Background Position Alignment:
LeftCenterRight | TopCenterBottom

Tall Bkgds
Wide Bkgds

Upload Image:

Fit to HeightFit to Width

10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:

Fit to HeightFit to Width

Like: https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/ce_Finnaly_home_soare.jpg

Layout: TallShort

www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry

The Clock

THE CLOCK In the shadows of deepening twilight remote in a familiar world; each moment the tick of a clock, each one added to all that have gone before, each, one less the total. How many days have I or should my time be set in breaths. What if I breath faster, will slow breath slow time, but no answer from the night. The wind wafts in and out through the open window stirring the shadows; each gust like the breath of some dim giant, his pulse the flow of time. Time, ever moving, unyielding to any hope or thought; time’s path to infinity shielded from the present as though by an invisible wall, holding back hope and thought. Along this pathway from the past there lays scattered, time worn debris; all the dreams once cherished, now no more than faded pictures; names and faces lost to memory, the significant now insignificant. At one time I thought or did think I could stop universal madness with a scream, but I couldn’t scream and expose myself; time raged in open warfare, unmolested in its bludgeoning way. Yet unchecked life flows in rapid acceleration further from the beginning ever closer to the end, each moment the tick of a clock without sound yet still heard. Immortal I the soul ponders of universal wonders, while mortal I lay quietly in the depth of shadows; each tick, one added to all, each, one less the total.