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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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Before time found its pulse and the void birthed its silence, there was the Word, a murmur of infinity, a flicker igniting chaos. It needed no beginning, nor an end— it was pure motion, a path without return. Poetry was born from this trembling, a wound opened at the edge of the world. It is the answer God whispers when questions grow too heavy. In the poet’s hands, each word carries a spark of primordial fire, a fragment of heaven fallen into human depths. Life—this perpetuum mobile of the flesh— is but a wheel of time spinning over the ashes of days gone by. It burns and is reborn, crumbles and reassembles, as if at its core rests the yearning of a weary god for his own creations. We live existence as a shadow of light, chasing meanings that always escape, but in this motion eternity hides itself. Divinity does not answer, but poetry speaks in Its place, a fragile bridge between mortals and the eternal. It is the voice of sacred silence, an echo reminding us that even darkness can sing. Poetry, like an unseen river, carves paths through the rock of time, forever pushing forward the wheels of creation. The Word once spoken does not return, but it continues its journey, bearing heaven and earth on its shoulders. It is the energy that never depletes, a motor of the soul breathing through us. In every rhyme lies a small revolution, in every verse, a promise that the universe will not cease. And thus, the poet writes— not to unravel the mystery, but to keep it alive. In every word is a flame that ignites the worlds to come, an endless dance of creation in the face of oblivion. And in this dance, Poetry finds its God, and God finds His silence.
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