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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.

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I remember the mattress, where you saw me asleep for the first time, where we held our breaths as friends passed my door, keeping our love a secret garden. I remember the mattress, where we lay lazily in heat, skipping work and the outside - waiting, wanting, to have and to hold a place just our own. I remember the mattress, how it would become a dream to me, change shape: from four sides and walls holding me to you; to a triangle, three lines, with that other body separating us; to a circle, forever knowing I could never leave you. Not that we married. I remember the mattress, where I’d read as a child, feeling mulch and moss in the damp fabric, sand dunes rising through the seams, even levitating; the mattress taking me beyond those words. I remember the mattress, as a map of friends, of tissue, of spilt drinks and nail varnish - red, your blood, hers - of letters stuffed under pillow at a parent’s approaching foot. I remember the mattress, pillows pushed to the bottom in sweat, sheets tossed into a curve like a smile, those pillows as eyes, tangled legs as a nose, our splayed fingers the crooked teeth with white tips. I remember that mattress. It was the last thing they loaded into the van. How empty the apartment looked without it. Your things in boxes. My eulogy spent. I remember the mattress. I remember you.

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The Mattress

I remember the mattress, where you saw me asleep for the first time, where we held our breaths as friends passed my door, keeping our love a secret garden. I remember the mattress, where we lay lazily in heat, skipping work and the outside - waiting, wanting, to have and to hold a place just our own. I remember the mattress, how it would become a dream to me, change shape: from four sides and walls holding me to you; to a triangle, three lines, with that other body separating us; to a circle, forever knowing I could never leave you. Not that we married. I remember the mattress, where I’d read as a child, feeling mulch and moss in the damp fabric, sand dunes rising through the seams, even levitating; the mattress taking me beyond those words. I remember the mattress, as a map of friends, of tissue, of spilt drinks and nail varnish - red, your blood, hers - of letters stuffed under pillow at a parent’s approaching foot. I remember the mattress, pillows pushed to the bottom in sweat, sheets tossed into a curve like a smile, those pillows as eyes, tangled legs as a nose, our splayed fingers the crooked teeth with white tips. I remember that mattress. It was the last thing they loaded into the van. How empty the apartment looked without it. Your things in boxes. My eulogy spent. I remember the mattress. I remember you.