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 I thought for a long time you were my good friend, trusted you with a faithful mind, I didn’t pretend. But in my difficult times you had betrayed me, I saw the mask you wore fall discarded in debris. Your flashing deceptive eyes then revealed you seethed, with an inferno of hatred you’re filled. Your twisted tongue spilled out words unkind, smeared with the toxin of the malicious mind. The scruple of your sane senses turned into ember, erupted violently out of the fuming fiery chamber. It flew in the spreading smoke of stifling spite, consumed the remains of reason you lost outright. I didn’t stray away from you to self-heal, dejected, or sought a shelter in the den of disdain, isolated. Nor did I ignite another silent flame within me to face you and feel good in retaliation with glee. I realized that a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain another fire, for both burn the space of restrain. I faced you with self-assured confident calm gaze, for the serenity of my soul you couldn’t ever blaze. The flow of forgiveness emanated from within me as the empathy ambrosia of divine fountain spree. The emerging lenience suffused me with cool potion, doused the fire within me by ardent absolution. In the space of my bruised essence that mended slow, I felt the benign breeze of prudent composure blow. I rose from the ashes where the wronged feeling grew to send from my tolerant heart good wishes to you.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)