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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Lost inside
I. I stumbled down a corridor of screams, Where shattered children claw at broken glass. My temples bleed black rivers, thick with dreams— Rootless thorns that pierce but never pass. II. I was a star torn open in the void, An angel crushed beneath its shattered light Now I crawl through wounds I self-employed, And swallow silence sharp as night. III. Dreams gnaw my spine like rabid beasts of bone, Pages ripped from lungs that choke on breath. I speak no words, just bones turned to stone, A syntax forged in the furnace of death. IV. Time’s razor splits my chest in two cold halves, Its walls drip names I once wore like skin. The moon forgets me; my shadow laughs I’m lost to all the selves I’ve been. V. I dig for voices buried deep in scars, A fossil tongue soaked in salt and rust. I vanish in this hollow prison of stars Where loss is hunger, and hunger is dust.
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