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


Main/Poem Text

Background Position Alignment:

Upload Image: 

 10mb max file size

Use Internet Image:

Layout: - Create a card from your words, quote, or poetry
The Voice
The Voice… In a dark night that was darker than my pain, nothing was there for me except to complain. I hid myself within emptiness of bed, nothing was there except, loneliness instead . I heard a sound that was not like any sound. Joyously called my name, sought me, and then found. He told me to get up, wake up, look at dawn, the darkness of the night soon will be all gone. The voice told me that morning dawn full of light; has a power to wash darkness from its night. The voice asked me about my days of my youth my youth. That I am old and grey, with forgotten truth. I asked him that who are you and what are you? I don't know you, didn’t see you passing through. Who are you that suddenly came to my room? Aren’t you God, and I am, meeting my doom? I called your name many times when I was young. I prayed your name day and night with broken tongue. Now you are calling my name at this day and age, not worth talking to you, anger, creates rage. I am too old and I had too many sins, Living is only game that nobody wins. Go and bother another soul beside me, I am tired of you, you shall never be. The voice told me that I am out of my mind, and I have been beguiled, as though I am blind. He told me that he was with me the whole time. He let me to fly, in this paradigm. He told me that he is the end of a start. He is the love that cries from an aching heart. He told me that he is water in a spring, he is those nightingales who so blithely sing. He told me that he is bottom and he’s up. He is grape and he is wine in the same cup. He told me that he gave feathers for a flight. He made it so the sun shall set within night. I asked him that if I see you with my eyes, I will be like the moon,light up the night skies. That I looked for any sign to believe him, with just all promises, dreams maybe all grim. He told me to wake up, open up my eyes, and see what is to see, blessing in disguise. I did open my eyes saw a glowing bright, like a drifting shadow in ocean of light. I saw my son saying "wake up! wake up!, dad", What is matter with you, are you going mad? 5/14/16
Copyright © 2021 Pashang Salehi. All Rights Reserved