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 "Death is nothing to us because when we exist there is no death and when there is death we don't exist anymore." (Epicurus) Calm down, she said. We were almost there and I felt stunned. We passed quickly through the deformed landscape. Was that greenish stain a field? Trees those shapes? Was there really a lake back there? We're coming, she spoke softly, barely audible. The landscape was now just a gray blur, the speed had slowed and I still couldn't breathe or think. It's here, she said, as she became diaphanous, transparent, then disappeared. The landscape was still murky and gray. The cold that invaded everything made me try to get out of where I was, but I couldn't move. It was then that I screamed in fear, realizing I couldn't hear my own voice. I looked up and there was the slab. Dark, heavy, it seemed charged with a monumental and infinite sadness. The world became cloudy and loneliness took me in its arms. My memories were no longer sad or happy, the memories just a quagmire of confused images. And so, because nothing else made any sense, I understood that I no longer needed feelings, meanings, questions, answers. Then a lightness and comfort of unexpected warmth crept through body and mind, thoughts and senses leaving and fading away, one by one. The peace of not being is dark, but it is warm and velvety. Inside the womb, the peace of not yet existing must be exactly the same.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)