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
Travelling upon the dusty roads of finite unwinding existence, Grit seconds embed in the treads of ragged unstitched shoes, The day turns to night with resigned, mute inevitability And night turns to day in return with no other way to choose. The present is either always here or never here at all, For it arrives and fades out a sub-atomic second split, The snap of a finger, the blink of an eye, the crack of a whip, So the present doesn't really exist, in any way you look at it. The future is the time after the present or only the present in waiting, This being the case, which it probably is, then, the future may not be, In a perpetual flow of fluid disintegration and leaving alone, And then becoming the past, and left for dead, recombinant memory. None of us have a future, not as the term of substance we use, As if it were a promise of opportunity and life of living treasures, When it is nothing more than the present to be, or that which has ceased to be, A belief process in occurrence, recurrence and insubstantial measures. Yet, more so, there is love and faith and hope, yes, these gifts Establish our philosophic future more than the passage of time, land and sea; For humanity is as humanity does, and the only potential future it has The only substance possessed of it, is to be the best it can be. No matter how fleeting the cosmic arc through time’s relativity, The enduring and transcendent nature of cycles of birth and death Allow for the chance, the evolutionary drive, to better what has been, In exacting change, no matter how small, no matter the depth and breadth. Now the grit seconds embedded in the unstitched treads may be Diamonds or dirt, depending on the way we walk or the pressure of each foot, Our trajectory across the landscape and surfaces we step on, Characterises our being by how we move or how we stay put. We may stray from the path, and we will, and we may stumble and fall, It is the getting up and moving on when all is done and said, The direction we take and the way we conduct ourselves in approach Defines our lives, those in our wake, those by our side and up ahead.

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

Future Past

Travelling upon the dusty roads of finite unwinding existence, Grit seconds embed in the treads of ragged unstitched shoes, The day turns to night with resigned, mute inevitability And night turns to day in return with no other way to choose. The present is either always here or never here at all, For it arrives and fades out a sub-atomic second split, The snap of a finger, the blink of an eye, the crack of a whip, So the present doesn't really exist, in any way you look at it. The future is the time after the present or only the present in waiting, This being the case, which it probably is, then, the future may not be, In a perpetual flow of fluid disintegration and leaving alone, And then becoming the past, and left for dead, recombinant memory. None of us have a future, not as the term of substance we use, As if it were a promise of opportunity and life of living treasures, When it is nothing more than the present to be, or that which has ceased to be, A belief process in occurrence, recurrence and insubstantial measures. Yet, more so, there is love and faith and hope, yes, these gifts Establish our philosophic future more than the passage of time, land and sea; For humanity is as humanity does, and the only potential future it has The only substance possessed of it, is to be the best it can be. No matter how fleeting the cosmic arc through time’s relativity, The enduring and transcendent nature of cycles of birth and death Allow for the chance, the evolutionary drive, to better what has been, In exacting change, no matter how small, no matter the depth and breadth. Now the grit seconds embedded in the unstitched treads may be Diamonds or dirt, depending on the way we walk or the pressure of each foot, Our trajectory across the landscape and surfaces we step on, Characterises our being by how we move or how we stay put. We may stray from the path, and we will, and we may stumble and fall, It is the getting up and moving on when all is done and said, The direction we take and the way we conduct ourselves in approach Defines our lives, those in our wake, those by our side and up ahead.