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
The Carrion Tree
–For Burns Hanging from its branches, The tree bears them like glorious fruits— Laden with corpses rotting: old and new. Their eyes glazed over, forever spewing agony— All in various stages of decay; Dripping blood from their slick fur. It must have been their eyes, black like buttons, That drew you in. The whole forest closed in around you— But, in the end, it was a voice That brought you back to the carrion tree. Slowly, you released the corpses one by one And arranged them into a circle. Now they could dissolve into the earth Like they were supposed to. Longing to be with them, you rid yourself of your clothes And lay down—naked as the day you were born— In the centre of your new companions. You would dissolve with them To gratefully give your body back to the earth; While, above you—through the tracery of branches— The sky darkened and the air grew colder. Still, it didn't occur to you to move. This was the right place: This was where you had wanted to be— Surrounded by the fragility of death And at peace with the elements.
Copyright © 2025 Amelie Ison. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things