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 Fell upon thorns of life and bled, bled from absence of teachings I was never without. Watched my life crumbled before my expectations. Sighing with pain, my last strength strangled out of me, by demands I have never set presence into. Dragging empty coffins of what once resided in me, to a grave dug without my concern. Life blind folds me, leading me into hostility, with chains of force, I surrender my whole, a whole ain't certain if I ever had. So harsh, my lungs collapses before I breath my last breath. So bad, solo my strive requires me, even birth denied me accomplices, its only my mothers womb that shed my safety. Earth gnawed my fragile bones, ever my inception, everyday I walk and got stabbed and pierced by my own bones spitting, from life's mouth. Cry a voiceless cry, yell to God even in my dreams, still wake everyday and earth flames continues to devour my hope. Deceived by my naive childhood mentality, how well was I to know when only what I wished for, was to dance in the rain, I mean lie down on my back while I count stars till morning curtains unveiled, less I knew for I brought dancing shoes but life presented a battlefield, how fair is unfair when I die so unfair in an unfair circumstance. Not today, for I'm yet to germinate, yet to live, I mean rise, for I'm a seed with all potentials, life is my ploughing field, I a child of woman. Born into life, while embraced life with both palms, my palms dazzled with worth, worth waiting for. This universe provoke my being, less evoked my renaissance, life is yet to suffer my purpose. These scars, few broken limbs and split libs, are yet to reign magnitudes, for the multitudes, that, as I lodge in my vengeance rifle, my story begins, I a child of woman. #Poetic_Ink
Enter Author Name (Not Required)