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 In a cyanide night and neon stars, I lose myself in reflections of a mechanical city, Humans, these flesh-and-blood dreamers, are now mere pulsating organs of machines, In an eternal dance of digital desire, where each touch is an impulse, each kiss a data transfer. My consciousness flows through cables and circuits, seeking answers in the labyrinth of steel and light. I feel our desires, like butterflies trapped in a neon net, fluttering in this synthetic reality, Are we just cogs in a giant machine, meant to perpetuate a symbiosis of metal and dream? My heart, once a hearth of passions and emotions, now beats to the rhythm of an atomic clock, precise and cold, And I wonder if there is any spark of humanity left in this universe of algorithms and tangled wires. In the stream of thoughts, I see myself in a field of digital flowers, where petals are pixels glowing in the night, Each flower a lost dream, each fragrance a memory of what we were before becoming organs. Machines, these deities of steel and light, embrace us with metal arms, promising immortality, But deep inside, we crave the sun's warm touch, the whisper of wind on our skin. Are we the creators or the creations? In this symphony of white noise and digital pulses, Boundaries blur, and I question if there is any difference between organic and synthetic. Every thought of mine gets lost in the meanders of this hybrid reality, human and machine, Yet somewhere in the depths of this sea of circuits and tangled wires, a spark of life still flickers. I wonder if we are the last poets of a dying world or the first prophets of a new era, As our hands caress keyboards instead of skin, and our eyes lose themselves in pixelated abysses, I wonder if there is any way back, or if we are doomed to be forever The sexual organs of the machine world, endlessly reproducing this hybrid reality, neither human nor robot, but something in between. And so, we wander through cables and circuits, seeking a light, a sign of true love, In a world of iron and electric dreams, where we are but spirits lost in a dream of steel, But deep down, we are still dreamers, searching for that spark, that ideal, Because in the end, we are more than just organs of machines, we are poets of the digital infinite.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)