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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The Tree Of Life
Inspired by The Tree Of Life by Gustav Klimt Life seeks stillness at the root, craving unfolds lattice of creeping flare. Two figures lean on the glimmer, her eyes transfixed in chasm, his petrified, their silence, a still violin chord held between the creation and the end. The tree is the bridge for them, an aureate whisper in the emptiness, ensnaring their world in a dream. The void gleams with potential, where love gilded by eternity waits to become a memory. In the maze captured on the canvas life is spun from bronze boughs where past and future entangle within a frail frame of mistake, but spring air drips love on leaves, in the tree of life flowers bloom again. A design of the human soul weaved from golden leaf of silent yearning, upright as a glittering bridge between the earth we stride and the mysteries we cannot measure in a non-linear journey of experience. The branches do not grow straight, they coil on themselves in golden twists. Perched quietly on the radiant boughs a solitary black bird sits as a shadow in the forest of gold - the quiet memento of our mortality. A mirror of the cosmos reflects our roots in the dark soil, yet we’re ordained to be alchemists, make our own gold, as we reach for the stars.
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