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
Under the tattered cloak of the past night
Under the tattered cloak of the past night, I awoke as a traveler in the shadow of a compassless vessel, Navigating the black river of an unknown destiny. And behold, I suddenly got lost In a chorus of voiceless echoes, Whose devastating chords Became the canvas on which the mourning of immeasurable loss is woven, Where I learned to weave endless tears and carve traces of pain into my soul, Aware that this symphony of sorrow will always weigh unsaid. It will perish with me, an echo in the bowels of oblivion, Passing through my heart like sparks of vibrant glass, Leaving scars of memories that will never heal. The path does not turn back, the gates of the past do not reopen, Only that perpetual yearning, A lake of solitude where no star reflects, Where the lonely ones drink only the shattering of dreams. And yet... We watch them fall, soft leaves in the wind of silence, We weep for them like companions sinking into the abyss, And we reach out our hands to catch their final breaths, Illusions that seem to fade like stars at dawn.
Copyright © 2025 Dan Enache. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things