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
Yellow Is Here Black Is Waiting
"We are all mad here!"--Alice in Wonderland Yellow is here! Everything is sunshine! giddy, dizzy, silly, possibility! happy, hopeful hilarity! I bounce on a ball of joy full of energy and passion! I can do anything! I will do everything! I laugh heartily! Tears flow, and I can’t breathe from the laughing. I can’t stop laughing and I don’t want to! ha ha ha! I see your face, the disconnect, the side glance. I watch you wonder if I’m ok. 'cause it wasn’t that funny. But I keep laughing, until it leaves me. And I enjoy it completely, every fading chuckle, because I know… that the darkness is coming. The thick blackness that settles over me suffocating me, choking me, but not killing me, making me want to die. But some primal survival mechanism keeps me inhaling and exhaling. I walk through my days carrying the heavy weight of all that is wrong, or will be wrong, of all I’ve done, or not done, or undone. No peace found even in my dreams. The dark presence stands over me and wakes me just to make me cry, and I can’t escape myself. It feels like I am bound in a sepulcher, encased in something. I know it’s just my own body, but I want to claw my way out! I can’t breathe, or sleep, or stop breathing! I will my heart to stop beating! but it goes on! with its tormenting thumping! I know THAT is what's coming... So, for now I laugh and cry laughing! I will ride this mania train as long as I can because… black is waiting. (* Written for "Brainstorm" contest but it filled up)
Copyright © 2025 P.S. Awtry. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things