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 Ruins of the thirst for destiny, we consume ourselves in our own desire to be, Our weakness, the key to the historical future, has reduced us to nothingness, Yet it also saved us, gifting us the taste of collapse, sweet and dizzying, We yearn for an event that surpasses all events, A fear that transcends all fears, embracing us with cold arms. Catastrophe, the only solution, post-history, the only remaining opportunity, We wonder if humanity might be better off dissolving itself now, Rather than fading slowly, sinking into hopeless waiting, Exposing itself to an era of agony, risking the loss of all ambition, Even the ambition to disappear, to melt into the void of eternal oblivion. We are trapped between two abysses, that of existence and non-existence, Dancing on the edge of the precipice, drunk on our own mortality, We dream of a grand finale, an apotheosis of the human species in decline, But perhaps our end will be as banal as life itself, A whisper in the cosmic wind, a speck of dust in the vastness of the universe. Oh, fragile humanity, clinging to the thin thread of vain hope, Are you ready to abandon your millennial struggle, to surrender to cruel destiny? Or will you find within yourself the strength to transcend the limits imposed by fate, To rise from your own ashes, like the Phoenix of mythology? The answer lies hidden in the depths of our collective soul, silent and mysterious.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)