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 In Eastbourne, a chance to be reborn, In Eastbourne, I mourn the life I've worn. A life where scorn pours on childlike heart, In the shadows of a world that feels worlds apart. Ordinary lives go on by, while I linger concealed, a ghost in my own fairy-tale, forever unsealed. Who are you to dictate where my spirit can soar? Who are you to judge the breaths I explore, to silence the thoughts and feelings you find disgraceful, In this intricate dance, my reality's faithful? Yet here I stand, a king without his crown, a castle lost, my throne turned upside down, castrated by the voices seeking to confine, I just can't bear this weight, this burden of mine. Eastbourne promises sanctuary, solace for the lost, a refuge for the weary, no matter the cost. But alas, my fate feels sealed, like grains in an hourglass, watching time slip away, too fast for me to grasp. Here at Beachy Head, where the weary souls meet, drained and disheartened, retreating with defeat. No longer ignored, yet feeling so trapped, incompetence echoes, a silent mishap. I choose to surrender, to bury my strife, in the depths of the deepest darkest nights, to the depths of the rocky cliffs of Eastbourne Beachy Head. I choose to either reclaim my life or to aim to end my life. No fear of departing, for I'm already spent, it's time to embrace what this journey has lent. Beloved Eastbourne, your cliffs are calling my name, in the silence, I find the peace to be free.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)