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 Never trust another’s words. Cursed is he, who trusts his own first. For the sound of water can’t soothe your thirst, it sadly can only makes it worse. For everyone will love you, when you are what’s good. Though you wouldn’t stay the same, even if you could. You’ll be replaced, after all you have faced, with a person who claimed, a love with no end. Even so, I just send, all of my best. Though love can dry, if you leave it to rest. It is a flower, a rose, that can harm. To worship for a moment, they cut them all down. This is not poetry, these words are not art. It’s something I’ve stored, deep in my heart. Though it was so hard, I believed like a child, naive and with sparks, somewhere in my eyes. I suppose we become wise, the further time flies. Though, these words that I write, as a feather are light. They leave my mind, right through my fingers. Land on this page, for all of my readers. I love you, she said, these words even lighter. They fly through the sky, for someone to find her. Though by now, I am tired. my words fall weak, just peace I desire, yet still I speak. I’ve been rowing the boat, in hopes that I reach her, but the waves that are born, drowning the dreamer. I met once, one preacher, whose God was the sun. He yearned for the heavens, and flew just to burn. I waited and now it’s my turn, to walk away, as I’ve learned. Words mean nothing, when trust must be earned. Fin.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)