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 This is not a conversion disorder There is nothing like numbness, I can touch the report I can feel the calender on my table Not even blindness Because i can see the list Of things am met to spend These few dollars i risk for Don't even give it a thought My muscles are functioning I have been working for thirty days I have been working on reports While posting poems on PS That sweeps my internet Its just a choice disorder I am loosing control On my priorities I am running mad over this tax These workers drink electrify Like elephants There throats have rust on them Hell No! Noisy bobs are back For holidays, ready!! To beg for their sweets justice And holiday work help Yet I paid their teachers And the shameless landlord Who brings his long beak After smelling chicken on my stove Knowing am now paid Started coughing hard last night For to remember 30TH is here How do they call them Insurance thugs or what? Cant i just drive my car? Are you gods to predict fate? Then this government tax Which makes those hippos Break or plastic chairs on parties Look at the city vendors who shout at me Uncle buy this Dad buy this Shut up are we clan mates? These employs You fire this, he incarnates in that Same begging, same laziness, Same excuses All merciless keep peeping In my office to measure My disability to pay so that they call a strike And this noisy woman No salt, No food, No sugar, soup, No..hair No...make up No Sex! Did I create 30TH Or the fate of 31TH These dollars i hold in my hands Are invisible I have worked hard For those eating much they labor not for I cant even pay myself on it I i do someone will shout!!! Till i go for a bank loan And every one will smile On 1st thanking me For becoming poor And making them rich As they tell me stories of drinking themselves foolish And cheat on their wives with strippers As i remember How i paid the last coin To the church For crying my tears in their pews Its all i get Hysteria at the end of the month
Enter Author Name (Not Required)