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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Limited moments remaining, Under a thousand stars, Work yet to be done for living, The best I can do as fars. No one is free here, Bound by the giant chain, Some though don't care, Others born for pain. There is no equality, There is no compassion, In this ruthless city, You may end in depression. Accepting your nothingness, Know you are alone, In this vast wilderness, You're meant to be gone. What's it that worries you? What makes you afraid? Aren't you aware too? You may be soon dead!! Your anxieties will be burned, Along with thy bones, Your fears will get churned, In loud death's tones. In that intense moment, Your insecurities will vanish, To come alive just once, Would be your only wish. You will shout out loud, "Suffering was self-made!! How ignorant I was about, Precious-life so great. I could have made it better, In my own way, Begged the world rather, Getting hurt every day." But then there won't be time, To get into past, Realize now your prime, Before comes the pain Last.
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