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 Contrite I'm supposed to sleep now, right, how? One single stone of such irrefutably inferior quality built into anything worthy can destroy the entire entity. Thus the feeling of humility casts immediately its necessity upon me. Strength and weakness trade places and righteousness becomes iniquity, Anger in its fury destroys in seconds any everlasting beauty, that ever had a chance to be. The contrasting images I see are like slow motion as the hope and dream are suddenly so distant dashed in an instant. What else is left to feel, beware, this is real, contrite is right. Remorse, of course but what of bliss, gone the vestiges of harmony, stop stop, here an excuse, an explanation of abuse, say what, are you kidding me, such is not the way that I can be, no, this which is is within me, therefore the why is not a plea, innocent because I have the right to feel this way, that is not ok. What is the source of this contrite spirit which dwells in me now, consider it's opponent, it's polar opposite and how Pride on one side seems to rise above even the strongest love, love is not strong because of pride, nor should such feelings be inside of anything worth being in, pride is sin and will not win if contrition can begin. A conscience thought a feeling wrought with such emotion rarely sought, wrings its might upon my heart, it's there the healing has to start, what a fool what an ass am I, to have even cast an eye at thinking it would slide on by, such torment I begin to cry. So unworthy so unjust gone the faith, away with trust, just an instant all it takes to cause such pain that the heart breaks, How could such be the who in me, what was it that I didn't see, can there ever be, forgiveness in your heart for me? Of such I ask, of that I pray, somehow some way to find sufficient words to say, I'm sorry how I was today.. David Dobbins July, 2013
Enter Author Name (Not Required)