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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White Lace Cascades
White lace cascades, string beads of light fall from a quiet sky. There’s a soulful eye-gaze— not quite seen, but deeply felt— as if the night itself is watching, studying the stars, navigating galaxies of hope with nothing but longing for a compass. Turned out. Opened up. Like a Christmas present— torn, but radiant. Laughter and freckles etched into knowing. The past, just a sigh in the wind. The future—not yet arrived. It is now. And that is enough. Limited time makes joy ache in a bittersweet way. So it is only right to submerge fully into this sacred world of breath and birdsong. They say there are a hundred billion planets just in our galaxy— and two trillion galaxies still spinning in the dark. A septillion worlds, each cold, each silent, each waiting. But only this one wept at sunrise, wrote sonnets, whispered I love you in kitchens, birthed children, broke hearts, and kept going. We— star-born with nerve endings, carbon dreaming in the dark— are the only known thing that has ever looked up and asked: Why? With war, and planes torn from the sky, we forget the simple, gentle fact that it is a miracle we are here at all.
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