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 It is the road through the woods again The car is the fortress Through the misty mind and glitch I fog it for you So we shall meet nothing familiar But a stranger darkness there A throbbing landscape desolate In the foment and frenzy Of the flustered frigid mind. Between the edge of fall and winter The last gold gathhering brown Along the leafy ledge of misty ground Uncradled comes a careless drifter Through the dense evening's silence Down a road that discovery lures me The engine sputtering, a distant fence Miaraged in mist and damp mystery What wayward road so starkly dense With the unuse of light, or surface Splattered with shadows in immense Splash of trees. The silence waste In the sudden stillness of the car Hot and steaming in cold creepiness Of lonely time. I saw a frightened star Streaking in the dead hearted wilderness The shrapnels fell on grumbling tin A burning ball of stone blotting the sight And suddenly after night and woe begin The crunching windstep of trees, blight Of hope on a road so removed from men The one not taken, barren as before Where comes the soul of jaded men To regret again life, path, and hollow core. I saw the sheeted villains, the dangling ropes The white sockets of flaming eyes Footsteps whispering on the leafy slopes The pending demise of my soul long despised And where the black cat ran I followed fast Through timber wood and lightning blast Through mist of winter rain and haze it cast My future forever fled my froth of past What seems an old cabin are trees in brown night A misty carpet to a crumbling edge And wolf teeth herding me for the bite To the abrupt brink of silence and its ledge Wake me now I dream too long, I foil Before the mayhem of endings I can't endure Waking up is my power by which dreams recoil I forfeit sleep for the bolted back door
Enter Author Name (Not Required)