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 i I dream a cross is dressed in diamonds rich. It rears too high with spans that glisten gold that stretch along the sky's chromatic edge yet crimson rubies shine magenta tones. Its light is beauteous and brightly burns against the altar, dressed with diadems rare. Towards the heavens, twisted bark and branch as pilgrims richly perfumed air in scent With candles chanting loud a choral hymn, the cross had studded jewels so finely wrought. Yet blood still stains the beams with reddened gouts and angels fled as heaven called them home The cross then vanished, blessed in vapours light. ii Remember roots that ripped at clay and rock as I was dragged from woods, dark hewn and cut Then hauled and halved by criminals with toil from tortured oaks and beech they hacked and cleaved. Then soldiers' weary shoulders carried me and ordered me to bear this criminal, who groaned and gasped in pain on hardened trees My branches swirled in shadows, lashing flesh. The lord now leapt with joy in thorny crowns and trembling arms did clasp, but steadfast stayed. I watched the lord as earth did frounce and leer, then soldiers mocked and I was soaked in blood. My flesh was pierced with nails of malice hard, his holy spirit passed as I stood still. iii In shade, I hold a simple beaded cross between my fingers holding firm its frame. As prayer then fills my silent painful cry could I now live without its burning light? Throughout the day, I gently touch its wood and ask for help to heal a broken life. The past with endless shame and sins that swell like turmoil bred from war and needless grief. But here amid the flux of daily chores, recall the sacrifice that gilds the years, eternal hopes replenishing our loss. This spirit fills the cup at your repast. As doors now open wide in silent sway, a shadow walks beside me, holding firm.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)