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)Required ~Alice Sweet Alice~ *Like Sisters* Everyday -- Holding Hands Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons *Alice And I* How can they say she did not exist? This Sweet Girl I Named Alice The way she looks at me -Her eyes tender green A body figure I can't describe Together we played hide and seek We swung in ways no one could see This girl with pretty red curls Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain? Together we slept under the same breeze We carved our names on the same tree Side by Side it Read Alice & I! She whispered the day I fell off my bike Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red! Every day I face the mirror Alice puts her left hand on my right We share the same identical scars, Under the right and left palm. The way she held my hand Healed the scrapes in every fall Beating from the bullies, she screams! Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!" No one ever said a word, When she stood by my side Alice knew me in ways no one else did She knew my eyes -When they cried! Now I can't sleep, Since Alice has fallen back into the abyss Forever conscious in a self-hug --- This is no dream, it is real! The rage inside burns. It took place the day she left! Burning curtains Empty mirrors This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness, then disappeared When I hear the sound of pouring rain I stare at the shadows on the wall Nothing feels the same, I allow myself to soak in the darkness where it began. My hair of red is not the same These cuts are all that remain The only clue in which Alice, was here! Holding on to stainless blade, I sleep ALICE SWEET ALICE! Please call my name! Why do they whisper? Why are they saying she never held a breath? I know she is real, she exists Why else would I let her cut my wrist? This Sweet Girl "I YELL FOR ALICE!" Finally, visits again --- But, who is to believe? For everyone says Alice lives inside my head. By:)
Enter Author Name (Not Required)