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 I still follow the blinking spells of the rose wine sunsets before surging sandstorms, believing in the euphoric breeze floating across the shivering skyline, echoing vermilion voices, lost in the limestone grains, as questions of change interrogate the empathy encrypted within my inhibited intuition, like spices of kismet flames, swirling to the fluid fluency of sentimental keys in saxophone tunes… But in the midst of moving monsoons, I feel the eagle feathers of Zeus rain upon the crystalline swing, crooning songs of tameless time~ wrapped in the crescent cocoon of silent splendor, as I rise, dressed in steel and silver. I hear the bluebird dream in symphonies of the karmic sea, streaming with specters of star-struck ghosts… O majestic marine jewel, change is a promised ocean. It’s sprouting coral blues from reefs of ambergris embers, awaiting floods of onyx tears and jagged thistles, like a tsunami of smeared streaks reflecting the smoke and swollen stains of the red sun. Tonight, I erase the last mistake; a scribbled imitation of my aching past, for I could not veil the scars, failing to seize the splitting clusters of slate and garnets, burning between sleepless lakes, drenched in midnight terrors, as satanic waves blur the turquoise surfing through the limitless twilight. Yet, I hear the mermaid moon call my name in magical refrains, steering my iridescent silhouette to an ivory shore where ebony hints of ink would home the hermit castles, where you and I can breathe~ as soulmates destined to draw neon lifelines from bioluminescent sparkles… So let the bluebird drift into an orchid dream where karma is the poet~ draped in deep violet, writing elegies to the eclipsed eyes of the red sun that stole the silk and sage of summer sighs… And change is more than just a mere rhyme, it is the ultimate essence to rearrange whimsical words woven within wind from honey and gold of a dulcet dawn.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)