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 Everyone lives in a collective hallucination they call reality, but I, a poet... I lose myself in words as if in a golden mist, wrapping each thought in a thin veil of unknown memories, I write and live as if tied to invisible threads that gently pull me towards a dream, a place beyond time, where birds don’t fly but float in the soft air like ancient spirits, speaking to me with clear, crystal voices, and dogs, rabbits, all those who should not speak, whisper deep, ancient truths about lost universes, and we, the eternal travelers, move through forests of light and endless shadows, free, without the burden of understanding. I drift over oceans stretched like a magical mirror, and my ship, a dreamlike ark, twists through waves of air, beneath me, there is no water, only the ether itself, a hum of silence clinging to invisible wings, and I am carried through all the corners of the world, where the blink of my eyes opens doors to new dimensions, in every glance, colors are drawn that no one has ever seen, shadows flowing in shades of silver and old gold, a universe painted in touches of light, where every breath is a creation, every step a magic. Here, no one asks why I love simple things, no one looks at me with cold eyes, for there is no judgment in the world of dreams, only the pure silence of existence, stretched like a white canvas that I fill with thoughts, and in this silken silence, everything tastes of fresh mint, the scent of a life unafraid to be mundane, there is only me and these quiet beings, made of shadows and light, each with its unwritten story, and we all dance around the eternal fire of a boundless reality, like gods who do not know their own power. On my dreamship, I stand at the edge of infinity, watching the clouds melt into the water of the sky, and above me, the birds whisper words I understand only now, after a lifetime of searching, for this world is made of dreams and silences, of colors that do not exist in the world of men, and I am but a shadow slipping through them, a shadow that captures light and carries it further, bearing within my heart a universe with no end, only endless transformations, a place where love for every small detail, for every thread of light, becomes a magical force. I am here, suspended between worlds, a traveler through a dream that never ends, and in this sacred melancholy, each step I take brings me closer to the heart of the universe, a world without judgment, without worries, where I, lost in colors and sounds, am the sole creator of this unwritten story, and, in this land of mystery, I love mint, I love silence, I love all that is simple and pure, for here, time does not exist, and I can live without fear, without end, just me and my immortal dream.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)