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
Never Enough
I wake up heavy, hollow-eyed, a war inside I cannot hide. My chest is full of aching glass, each breath I take, a splintered gasp. I try to speak, but words betray— they twist my truth, then slip away. They say, “Just love yourself, be kind.” But how do you hug what you can’t find? I look for worth in others’ eyes, but all I see are blurred goodbyes. I give too much, I break, I bend, and wonder why I’m not the end they choose to stay for, hold, defend— I’m always just the in-between. I wear a mask too thick to peel, a smile that lies, “I’m fine, I heal.” But I’m unraveling at the seams, a stitched-up soul with silent screams. I scream in silence every night, a voice that knows it has no right. To need, to want, to just exist without conditions, without lists. How do you love a heart so torn? How do you hold what self has scorned? I search for proof I’m more than pain, but all I find is rust and rain. Still… I wake. I rise. I try. I walk beneath a darkened sky and hope, just maybe, if I stay— I’ll learn to love a piece someday.
Copyright © 2025 Dylan Thomas. All Rights Reserved