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
Words of Violence and Strife Ii
ASSAULT I feel the light assault my tender optics. I see the elections flow and ebb. The particles of reality assault my mind. Can you feel my thoughts my inner desolations. Spare me the moments you don’t understand, my crime. Crimson are my hands, thick with a dark fluid I know not were it arrives only my mind can not combine the things I have seen, felt and discarded. I can not define. Feel the elections fly, against my perception. I see my Parade; black infernal, see my demons march, my nightmares dance. My thoughts scamper and run. They are corpses shambling in the back of my mind. The dark depths of my soul. Like boxes stacked neatly nine by nine. Memories assault my sight. Ravage my minds second sight. They drift though my visions like wraiths of time. My crimes. Crimson are my fingers drip something I can not, will not define. I feel the light assault my fragile optics. I see the elections wax & wane course through my vaines. The splinters of reality storm my thoughts. Something stuck in my throat. Jagged. Raw. Can you feel my minds inner desolations? Spare me your thoughts as you You can’t or won’t understand So don’t try to comprehend, or pretend to know my crime, my pain, my mind.
Copyright © 2024 Poet Tellaferro. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs