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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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FOUR YEARS STILL STANDING
FOUR YEARS, STILL STANDING Four years bleeding, four years bruised, Four years fighting, four years used. Carried the weight till my back near broke, Choked on silence, swallowed the smoke. Four years of bills and sleepless nights, Four years swinging at shadows and lies. Loved and lost, trust turned thin, Hiding the chaos I’m drowning in. Four years scraping, hand to mouth, Hope ran dry, compassion went south. Friends fell off, love went cold, Heart grew heavy, soul grew old. I’ve been broke in ways that cash can’t show, Held my tongue when I should’ve said “no.” Smiled for my kids when I felt like dirt, Carried their laughter to mask my hurt. Four years clawing through grit and glass, Watching the good days fade too fast. But I kept walking, through storm and flame — Bent but breathing, still in the game. If pain’s a test, I’ve passed in blood, Built from bone and fire and mud. They thought I’d quit, thought I’d stay down — But my scars are medals, my battle crown. Four years wrecked me, left me raw — But I’m still standing, ready for more. The fight’s not done, the war’s not through — I’ve bled for four years… I’ll bleed for two.
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