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 The only immortal beings are the poets... in whose heart the hourglass of the cosmos turns, Their words are the blood coursing through the veins of eternity, And every verse they whisper is a star born over the edge of time. They are the architects of smoke dreams in a world burdened with oblivion, Builders of bridges over the dark waters of deadly silence, In their bones - melodies of wind eternally kissing the flesh of the earth, And in their gaze - a greatness that denies the obstinate walls of death. Through their parks, autumns stroll like ladies robed in gold, And springs germinated in metaphors give birth to unused colors, They write silver dragons across the sky of nights and chain seas in words, Painting the palate of the universe with the bittersweet taste of the infinite. With pens sharpened in the black galaxies of nothingness They slice into the flesh of the sky, marking each scar with a hymn; A hymn that calls the day to run eternally through the corridor of life, A hymn that tells tales with endings that refuse to be written. And when fate thickens the shadow of night over their visionary eyes, Poets do not close the book - they become the book, and the pages fly above us, Every word a bird's flight traversing eternity, Every stanza - an unending echo, a lantern in the night of forgetfulness. Poets, the immortals whose veins flow with silence and symphony, They know not the final silence, nor the cold kiss of the eternally asleep, They dance in every gust of wind, in every leaf that falls, And in every heart that loves, and in every soul that suffers, they sing their immortality.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)