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
Dreams within Dreams
As my dream became lucid I confront a two-sided mirror. As my image in the mirror moved out of sync with me, I was forced to become the follower in the dance, mirroring the reflected lead's every move. I lost control and wondered who was real, and who was the reflection, and who now pulled the strings. I notice that the background in the image, is not what is behind me. The clock is 8 hours in the future. It's daytime there, not my nighttime here. I wonder who's awake? Whose dream am I in? Who will wake up when this or that dream ends? I move away to view the other side of the mirror, and I'm alarmed to see a very old man there that is clearly me! I pinch myself, but I'm not awake. I blink my eyes repeatedly to wake up. I cry out in vain, but alas I cannot awaken. I've fallen into someone else's dream or into a dream I had before, or one I've yet to have, in the future. I'm lost in space and time, where things are not what they seem, where lucidity is lost to servility, crashing out of control tumbling in free-fall through the deluge of scattered befuddled dreams, piling up like shadows detached in dead-end corners and stairwells.
Copyright © 2025 John Anderson. All Rights Reserved