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
Invisible Pain
I have tried to TEAR MYSELF APART. Picking at my skin until it bleeds. Pulling at the extra skin around my waist as if that simple act would make it disappear. I debated wearing a bag over my head just to cover up my face. I held a razor to my wrist and wondered if I should pull it across my skin and down my arm. I just wanted there to be proof on the outside so they couldn’t tell me that my scars are invalid just because they are invisible to the naked eye. But I never did those things. As much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn’t tear myself into pieces that would resemble my heart and mind. No matter how many extremes I took, I would still appear whole, allowing people to tell me that my pain would never add up to theirs like it's some kind of contest. But I decided that I hurt enough the way it is. Enough people made me feel invisible and unwanted. Enough people mutilated me in ways that will never scab over and heal with time. So I set the bag on fire, and dropped the razor into the garbage can, and waved goodbye to all the tormentors as I ascended the ladders leading into the sky.
Copyright © 2025 Cassidy Mercer. All Rights Reserved