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
Serpentine Narcissus
My mind hibernates in the void of cavernous complexity, wakes up in the sensual seasons of mystique living. The wild psyche forms a sleek and sly unique entity, as with whisper of intent hiss, dances the reptilian feeling. Within the deep cold layers many ancient secrets hide, the sinuous slither of the silent senses can’t find. Coiled in still shadows of the verdant world outside, the echo of hostile footsteps is left to fade behind. A prisoner under the disposable skin of own pedigree, with an animated grace of fear in introvert isolation, I see all the frightened faces flee from me, as I trace my tortuous path in the web of ardent adulation. In self-adoration, as a symbol of style steeped in serenity, I see in me a serpentine Narcissus lonely lurk. Metamorphosed stealthily from an obsessive entity, it holds the threads of life, waits insulated in the dark.
Copyright © 2025 Subimal Sinha-Roy. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things