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
What Is This Life
What is this life…reality? Why do I question it relentlessly so? So many moments seemingly meaningless Meandering through this meaningful sentience, Chronology… Continuity… Spirituality… But reality, Oxford will tell you: Property of being real, resemblance to Origional. Accountable, in my opinion, only through dissemblance. What I ask, is original? It’s all rather subliminal Made up by man and his idea of ideal. Be like budda, be like a tree, Pray to Gods, pray for money.. This will make you healthy, that will make you ill Where is the free will in all this obscurity? What is this substance we call reality? I beg your pardon, sir and madam, Excuse my blaspheme if religion is your reality, But goddamn, sir and madam It’s outrageous and random, The idea… The ideal… Any idea for that matter For what is made of blaspheme? Speaking irreverently of sacred things. What is not sacred down to a grain of sand? If all by the hand and will of God, Or aliens.. Or angels… Or spark of light, Let us not in the slight, pretend To know or name a single thing. Sacred cannot be named, Or unnamed… Or disclaimed… And yet it is, and so is the tangibility of life. May we all feel deeply, sir and madam Again I say: Goddamn! For this… Obscurity… A tangible reality.
Copyright © 2024 Dominique Baptie. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs