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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An Orphan by Choice
An orphan of her own doing, she frequents the nightclub scene Completely her own person, possibly pumped up on heroin. I try to make conversation but she doesn’t know me She is speaking with her angels, needs no people at all Smiles condescendingly at me, and I fade off Understanding she is not sharing her pain Keeping it safe, hidden under a smile I barely recognize. She is goth-like in appearance, black make up decorates her eyes, not wanting to stand out or be noticed; I am unsure why she is here at all. I see her talking to her spirit guides; and I admire her. She is her own person, needing none of us. If we disappeared it would not be noticed. She is an orphan of her own making. Keeping her pain hidden under that hesitant smile. Her superstitious nature wears a rabbit foot in her pocket. A plethora of various religious symbols around her neck. I wonder if her angels are from Egyptian mythology? Are they Christian, Buddha or Mohamed-led? I approach her but dare not ask. Her smile stops me. I am dead to her. We all are. An orphan by choice.
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