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 Home is where . . . The heart and reason mould into one and the same mirror of harmony . . . the Golden Mean and centre of gravity as long as life’s turns spin around . . . where dents in the mind do not mind but care kindly about gaping gaps . . . when time juggles dis-synchronous consolation in the face of chaos Memories and anticipation caress the wayward traveller into the harbour . . . the ancient light house guides pirates of doom into tender submission . . . where hidden treasures are felt beneath a dented compass’ rusty needle . . . when jubilation overwhelms caved in darkness at the point of confusion Vision and hindsight blend ambiguity and opposites of fragile consonance . . . the myopic lenses lead the way from afar towards what can be touched . . . where shattered glass causes new puzzles and chards for luminous mosaics . . . when an empty canvas is shredded but gives way to a collage of dreams Deafness and laughter combine to a symphony of understandable voices . . . the auricles are pierced and adorned with truths and rings of delight . . . where an ear for an ear is not an empty promise but sharing the way . . . when the few want to listen to an old man’s attempt of feeble wisdom Bones creak on the spiral staircase and master the voyage downwards and up . . . the attic hold enough trinkets and memorabilia for a flea market or two . . . where moths in the cellar feed happily in symbiosis with trodden dust . . . when paradise is being in love and sharing glow worms and outlooks Home is when the Self is good enough and life’s companion is gratitude A Golden Mean happy to eat from enamel plates one spoon and a tin whistle Light shines through cataracts of wild water and cascades of living surprise Nostalgia is a way forward on the path one step at a future step in the making Shades of eye sight observe perceive reflect condense highlighting the soul A child’s whisper registers more deeply than cacophony of ubiquitous hatred And the bones of one’s hands can still read a book and write the odd poem . . . 17th April 2019
Enter Author Name (Not Required)