Home » Poems » Poetry Art » Poetry Art / Greeting Card Maker

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.

Text
Layout
Background

Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required
When fate grows fierce, when fortune breaks its chain, When heaven withdraws and earth begins to sway, When anguish grips you with unyielding strain, Expect no help, no hand, no guiding ray. You fall alone, my friend And rise alone again. No uproar, no outcry, not even a dirge. The absent multiply when trials descend, And the world becomes a lifeless, barren scourge. Man gives no aid unless there's gain to measure; Empathy, you see, is mostly spoken lore. Those who loved you once now guard their treasure, They flee your hunger, and your wounds they ignore. Hope not for hearts that flinch at sorrow’s face, Stretch not your hand again, nor turn your cheek. When famine cried in you, they turned in disgrace, And when you shattered none dared even speak. Yet you, for them, were all a brother is The rock in storms, the lamp that lit their night. You were their refuge, bread, and guiding bliss; They gave you nothing just silence veiled in light. So I said: thank you. Thank you to me to me alone, For not collapsing beneath the thunder’s cry. I made myself a shield when all was stone, And forged my strength while staring at the sky. Be wall, be law that is what must be done. Salvation rises from the soul’s own birth. Each for himself, my brother, trust no one The help of others is a myth on earth. I’ve known despair, and emptiness, and dread, Stretched out a thousand hands, all left untouched. And those I called, in rags and tears I bled, Fled me like one whose grief is far too much. They said: “Had I been you, I’d not let you starve!” But lies were in their mouths, and fear in eyes. True friendship shows when naked roads are carved, When there’s no coin, no shelter, no disguise. I saw so few no crowd at sorrow’s gate. Perhaps one soul, one glance, a sacred hush. But those few hearts, beyond the grasp of fate, Give meaning to the word "brother" as such. Let all the others go where coldness leads them. I hold no hate, No longer bear a flame. Misfortune is a mirror it defeats them, For in its glass, they tremble at their shame. Yes, we live alone at times, alone we cry, Alone we bear the weight that silence breeds. But man holds deep within, though he ask why, A dark-born force that rises when he bleeds. And in my hell, I had the sacred grace To be embraced by souls of burning light. To them, I say from my most secret place: You made me whole and gave my soul its right.

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

Color:

Main/Poem Text

Color:

Layout: TallShort

www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry

ALONE

When fate grows fierce, when fortune breaks its chain, When heaven withdraws and earth begins to sway, When anguish grips you with unyielding strain, Expect no help, no hand, no guiding ray. You fall alone, my friend And rise alone again. No uproar, no outcry, not even a dirge. The absent multiply when trials descend, And the world becomes a lifeless, barren scourge. Man gives no aid unless there's gain to measure; Empathy, you see, is mostly spoken lore. Those who loved you once now guard their treasure, They flee your hunger, and your wounds they ignore. Hope not for hearts that flinch at sorrow’s face, Stretch not your hand again, nor turn your cheek. When famine cried in you, they turned in disgrace, And when you shattered none dared even speak. Yet you, for them, were all a brother is The rock in storms, the lamp that lit their night. You were their refuge, bread, and guiding bliss; They gave you nothing just silence veiled in light. So I said: thank you. Thank you to me to me alone, For not collapsing beneath the thunder’s cry. I made myself a shield when all was stone, And forged my strength while staring at the sky. Be wall, be law that is what must be done. Salvation rises from the soul’s own birth. Each for himself, my brother, trust no one The help of others is a myth on earth. I’ve known despair, and emptiness, and dread, Stretched out a thousand hands, all left untouched. And those I called, in rags and tears I bled, Fled me like one whose grief is far too much. They said: “Had I been you, I’d not let you starve!” But lies were in their mouths, and fear in eyes. True friendship shows when naked roads are carved, When there’s no coin, no shelter, no disguise. I saw so few no crowd at sorrow’s gate. Perhaps one soul, one glance, a sacred hush. But those few hearts, beyond the grasp of fate, Give meaning to the word "brother" as such. Let all the others go where coldness leads them. I hold no hate, No longer bear a flame. Misfortune is a mirror it defeats them, For in its glass, they tremble at their shame. Yes, we live alone at times, alone we cry, Alone we bear the weight that silence breeds. But man holds deep within, though he ask why, A dark-born force that rises when he bleeds. And in my hell, I had the sacred grace To be embraced by souls of burning light. To them, I say from my most secret place: You made me whole and gave my soul its right.