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.



Enter Title (Not Required)

Enter Poem or Quote (Required)

Enter Author Name (Not Required)

Move Text:

Heading Text

       
Color:

Main/Poem Text

       
Color:
Background Position Alignment:
  | 
 

Upload Image: 
 


 
 10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:




Like: https://www.poetrysoup.com/images/ce_Finnaly_home_soare.jpg  
Layout:   
www.poetrysoup.com - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry
Untitled 31
The graveyard is pregnant. With each expiration, emotions are buried before taking root in darkness. They are coaxed from their hibernation before fruiting. It is always Spring there, with the tallest evergreens' tips reaching into a never-ending sky before disappearing, and each bed in constant blossom, the brightest colours bursting into an unflinching, raw eye- colours unseen before in nature. It is the warmest place, I know: the only place where you can find hopes, dreams and wishes in abundance. You can arrive there with nothing but feast there forever. It breeds company, attracting the rarest specimens of birds from far-off lands whose mysterious songs breed with declarations of love and ring on and on, almost deafening to a naked ear- almost deafening. But you won't find me there. I long for the frost, the pale lullabies of winter. There's peace in poverty, peace in the place that time abandoned. Nail the coffin shut; I've have enough. I want to live in a barren land where wishes, dreams and hopes are absent. Where finished bodies are shriveled and purged of emotions. I'll sleep best where love has been said and laid to rest.
Copyright © 2024 Daniel Dixon. All Rights Reserved

Book: Reflection on the Important Things