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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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Don’t misread me with magnificent black of the eye; I’m the mascara flowing through cheeks while you cry. I’m not a part of your puzzle to achieve it, I’m the piece which might crush you into a thousand ones. I’m not Shakespeare’s Daffodils or one of his sonnets; I’m Franz Kafka’s unpublished manuscripts. Don’t mistake me for your fantasy, I’m the burnt and destroyed pages of your diary. I’m not the warmth of cigarettes after sex, I’m chaos. Don’t distract me for shiny morning faces; I’m the tired, sleep-deprived face with countless acne. I’m not your therapist; I’m the enduring impressions of your wounds. I’m not smooth hair; I’m the coarseness and the damages of your feet. I’m not your mother’s gentle care, I’m the tanned arms and the unwanted facial hair. I’m not the fragrance after a shower; I’m the perspiration after hard work. I’m your lazy weekends and rejected love. I’m not long lasting ties, I’m the aggression after a heartbreak. I’m no valentine’s rose; I’m the ammunition in a war. I’m not the Instagram stories and captions; I’m those drafts you never craved to post. I’m the hangover that accompanies, not the hilarious late night parties. I’m not what they discern, I’m your hidden frustration. I’m no beach to your roaring anxiety; I’m unwanted break-ups, unanswered calls and deleted messages. I’m not what you pretend to be, but I’m what you’re sorry to see. So don’t misinterpret me for yet another shoulder to break down on because I am not your beautiful falsity, I am your harsh reality.
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