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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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Bruises under the fading yellow light, becoming a frightful sight, a boy lingers under that window shade, convincing me that he was afraid. Who is that boy under the night lights, in a world empty of colors, empty of white. Is he, the strong or the weak, or someone who is afraid to speak, or someone who seeks a way out of this bleak, gray world full of traps, only to receive slaps on his cheeks, for hoping too much, for hoping, for a warm touch, and his eyes start to leak. Tears falling under lamp lights, under the night light, under the moonlight, as it always has for everyone hurt in this unforgiving world of illusions, filth, and dirt, as it always will, glistening under the lights because of all the blights in this cruel, unfair society, trying to suppress variety, trying to reshape hills, trying to supress our flights, and take away our rights, and they will never stop, till death do us apart. And we wonder about another’s troubles, so much that it shatters their youthful, innocent bubbles, and make them leave their battered homes for a silent place in this world of filth and grace, covered in a veil of thin lace, leaving without a trace, continuing this cycle, once again, that’s the nature of men.

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Under the Lights

Bruises under the fading yellow light, becoming a frightful sight, a boy lingers under that window shade, convincing me that he was afraid. Who is that boy under the night lights, in a world empty of colors, empty of white. Is he, the strong or the weak, or someone who is afraid to speak, or someone who seeks a way out of this bleak, gray world full of traps, only to receive slaps on his cheeks, for hoping too much, for hoping, for a warm touch, and his eyes start to leak. Tears falling under lamp lights, under the night light, under the moonlight, as it always has for everyone hurt in this unforgiving world of illusions, filth, and dirt, as it always will, glistening under the lights because of all the blights in this cruel, unfair society, trying to suppress variety, trying to reshape hills, trying to supress our flights, and take away our rights, and they will never stop, till death do us apart. And we wonder about another’s troubles, so much that it shatters their youthful, innocent bubbles, and make them leave their battered homes for a silent place in this world of filth and grace, covered in a veil of thin lace, leaving without a trace, continuing this cycle, once again, that’s the nature of men.