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
Danna O Menel Palan-Diriel ::Fall From Heaven Gazing Far::
A direct sequel to my poem, Abeyance. Linked at the end Danna O Menel Palan-Diriel (Fall From Heaven Gazing Far) My tattered wings are gone, And falling from their gaze, I listen to the skies; Ablaze without a glow. Instead of promise brought, Or holy message sought, They speak my tarnished name. Oh, eyes of starry night, What do you want with me? Alight in darkest flames, The stars unveil their love, Through scorching skies above. But gladden days are naught; My drive is failing now. And though it hurt me so, My vows have saved their souls; I couldn’t save my own. I cannot now atone. Oh, eyes of starry night, My weapon is a song, A broken melody, Daylong in whispered length, But shattered is my lyre; Extinguished soul-fire. And falling through the air Ablaze with holy flame, With broken song in hand, My name you speak again, Though I have failed to save Myself- to grind, a slave. I relish in the pain, For me, you have forgave. Abeyance: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/abeyance_1435733
Copyright © 2024 Davis Mills. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things