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 Sometimes, we expect the sun to rise and smile, through hazy hellish clouds carrying vindictive verdicts of venomous vultures, surmising hues of ink to pierce through pores of this bleeding pen, imagining rainbows will unravel colors, in violent violets and intricate indigo streaks, refusing to walk around streets with hailing stones of storms. But what if the skies unfold mysteries of yesterday, would tales of truth need translated transcripts? oblivious to the weight of every thorn I sustain within these words I weave. Whilst daggers on my spine still remain rusted with runes of revelations, as I’ve felt claws sharper than twisted tongues, so those feculent fingers pointing at abstracts across fields of fruitful flowers, adorned with smokey quartz jewels of life, is nothing but mere artless blades, that burn bridges from blunt blindness. Let the bare brokenness of your rags be the conqueror of your own demise, I’ve seen too many ghosts turn into steel hearted devils with tasteless plans. Yet these cracks won’t grow wider from misconstrued conclusions, from barely noticeable turbulence within a psychological warfare. I am more than your definition of sharpened needles and knives, as I’ve been nurtured in fearless forests with herds of faceless wolves, this warrior spirit is unmovable, by a million mountains engraved with lifeless blood and bones of your kind, so take your little quilt of cowardly questions, wrap them around your fragile little ego, perhaps, sleep too can reveal rosier dreams in your doomed nights filled with terrors, for I refuse to drink from chalices of emptiness concocted from bitter ingredients.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)