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.



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What am I, what is my role or purpose does it even exist a connecting between us. My stampede of memories to your whimsical thought the many lessons a life of disappointment taught. A bond made nothing holding the seams but broken spirits and tormented dreams. Actions spoken, deceits served full course I swallow every breath you utter by force. Devotion used, abused, neglected that's it the truth's been clear, ignored, I missed that bit. Hopes that lingered, encouraged were coddled to be dropped, dismissed and bottled. Worn out and tired, my soul it cries grasping at straws my heart it dies. Miles at a time my mind it races confused and driven into clustered spaces. I consider the pain the hurt I endure so why do I still care even more. I recognize, I remember the disinterest in me but it baffles me I still can't see. What am I, what is my role or purpose does it even exist a connecting between us. My stampede of memories to your whimsical thought the many lessons a life of disappointment taught. Every time a day a week may pass the thought of me is a but a glimpse in the past. Your friendly greetings continue the persisting lie it leaves me to wonder WHY.
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