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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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This poem started easy lines were flying out but, now they're rambling words from a child's mouth. Ideas now dry up I try to bring it to an end that's when poem becomes, a fiend instead of friend. Now I write and I write I don't want to but must, If this pen leaves the paper I may become dust. This poem, this poem How it is poison in my veins, Haunting my dreams and thoughts driving me insane. An addiction that won't cure thought it's killing me inside, I want more and more I've become Jekyll and Hyde. One moment i can stop then the beast appears, manifesting itself into my worst fears. This poem, this poem Oh God help me this poem, I'm sacrificing myself trying to appease the totem. But the more I write the clearer i see, What this poem really is why I write with first degree. This poem is my life why it seems over when it's hard, yet why I keep going learning when I'm scarred. This Poem, I will keep writing until my pen has dried, then my time will be for the Reaper To take me to the other side.
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