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.



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I embroidered my dreams on my skin, with threads of desires and burning hopes
I embroidered my dreams on my skin, with threads of desires and burning hopes, But now they pull at every movement, tearing me from within. In the burnt pages of my journal, there you live, Somewhere between the gray ashes or in the scent of dried roses. You will live forever in the expanse of ink spread across those pages, You will live forever in the irony of my words spat over those lines. In the buried corpse of my grave, there you live, Somewhere between my ribs or in the scent of blood that the heart offers. Through the infamous gaze of man, I am an intense and unpredictable mystery, Becoming more confused with each encounter, a labyrinth of contradictions. Through the gaze of a woman, I am strong and proud, displaying all the scars I have gifted the world, daring it to take yet another. Through my own unknown gaze, I am someone I cannot define, A puzzle of thoughts and feelings that never fully align. Between the burnt pages and written lines, between my ribs and the flowing blood, I exist, a paradox of life and dream, torn yet whole. In this world of illusions, I live and die, lose and find myself, A soul whose song cannot be reduced to a single note or melody, And in this journey through shadows and light, I wonder and seek, Who am I in this vast universe of mysteries and stars?
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