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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Humanity Is Lost
Insanity!!! How do you justify what you call your perfect race? Blue eyes and blond hair how is this? Calling war? We were bombed at Pearl Harbor, why? Insanity in yo own way. Was it worth millions of deaths? You turned what was a peace symbol into a symbol of self-destruction, death and suffering, why? The Jewish community suffered the worst of unspeakable, inhumane treatment and deaths. The screams silenced in gas chambers. No more lies, no more deaths. Why we as humans bomb this once beautiful non-toxic world? Bombs dropping, explosions expanding coal mines, exhaust as we scurry to work not realizing it burdens the O-Zone layer in which protected us as now its sorrow weathering as pollution murders our once shell of humanity. All is lost. Are we lost? Can we find our way back? Families, friends our beloved. How much longer until we wake to silence, a desert-waste land with no way back. Are lost?
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