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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Standing here with nothing but the clothes on my back, surveying the wreckage, the map of hurt and loss. My mind stutters: How? What? Why? Now what? With silt and mud caked on my face and hands, I try to process. Process! How do I even begin to process? Emotions flood my being. A surge, just like the water— ankles, knees, thighs, waist. How? I look out at the horizon: death and destruction as far as my eyes can see. Yet in the mouth of this chaos— this chaos, my chaos— I will sing praises to my God, my Father. Because I know He said He would never leave me. Just a whimper of praise escapes— a small, wimpy sound from a throat of desperation. Tears fill the eyes that see, yet wish they did not. My soul is screaming, but my body is numb. Questioning, yet not. Process! All those years of seeing devastation in other places, never believing I could be touched. But here. Now. Am I allowed to ask? Why me? Why now? Why here? Is no one immune to the agony? How do I continue? How do we continue— as a person, a people, a community? I feel a shift. A sense of… yet. I will continue. I will rise up. I will start to sing. I have a voice despite the pain. I will stand, though I have been crushed. I WILL PROCESS!
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