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 I’m sorry I know that it’s a little dark And my words are too sharp I’m sorry I know that you’re averse I know that you’re averse I’m sorry I don’t mean to distress Or get you thinking less Of me I just suppose I guess I’m really not the best With words I’m sorry oh it hurts I’m really just the worst I know that it’s too much I’m a little out of touch Aren’t I Who am I Don’t want to make you cry Don’t want to make you cry I’m sorry I’m really such a jerk Such an idiotic jerk I’m the worst Hurting you all yet again And making you all bend And making you all bend I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m bending out my back I’m running out of my mind I’m sorry Got some nails and screws all loose And yet I’m tied up like a noose I’m sorry I’m sorry Don’t be mad I never want I never want to make you sad I’m not doing what I can Or acting like a man I’m sorry But I’ve got some nasty thoughts And I’m not feeling so hot oh no I’m not I don’t know when I died But I don’t think that I’m alive I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m messed up and disturbed, far past the point of going back My body bends and twists, and oh I think it’s showing cracks I’m twisting out my bones They start to creak and groan Oh god I’m bending out my back Panic heart attack Pull my limbs out on a rack And throw my body on the stack Because I’m all bent out of shape And it’s not something to escape I’m all bent out I’m all bent out I’m an ugly child I’m a nasty little freak With a dirty mind A mouth too wide And crooked eyes and teeth I’m not enough like others And I’m too much like myself I’ve got too many problems And I don’t like getting help I’m such a bad person Sorry There’s nobody that’s worse than Me Sorry I don’t really mean it I don’t really mean it Maybe I’m just dramatic
Enter Author Name (Not Required)