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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In a dream world, where reality unravels like a fine fabric
In a dream world, where reality unravels like a fine fabric, you conjured a being that cannot exist under this blue sky, no healer can soothe the longing for her, no poet can tame, her shadow wandering through days and nights, restless and ever-present. We met in a year when everything seemed to be just an illusion, when the powers of the world faded with a deep sigh, everything was in mourning, bowed under the heavy burden of suffering, only the graves seemed fresh under the empty and merciless sky. Without lights, the Bahlui flowed like a dark wave of tar, a deep night surrounded us like a fortress of cold silence, and then, when my voice called you from the depths of my heart, I didn't even know what I was doing, lost in a vague and misunderstood dream. You came to me, guided by a star through the late autumn mist, stepping over the dry leaves of a tragic and ephemeral season, in that house forever desolate with memories and longing, from where the flight of burned poems rose and vanished into nothingness. Thus, we dream and lose ourselves in illusions woven from unexpected desires, where shadows become real and reality slowly unravels, where the voices of the past pierce the deep silence of the present, in a melancholic dance of souls that never find rest.
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