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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I feel like
I feel like lots of things. I feel like the worn out tracks through the carpets, The old and wobbly furniture. I feel like the noisy dryer in the basement, And like the ugly peeling paint on the walls. I feel like the cracked and bowed floor boards, The abused sidewalks of seventh avenue and Broadway. I feel like the balded tires on the truck, The broken down bulldozer in the yard. I feel like the dulled blade that can no longer make a gash, The worn out bearing that won't spin. I feel like broken e string that you cannot pluck, Like the trend gone out of style, I feel like all the Polaroid cameras sitting in attics. Like the boxes of cassette tapes you'll never listen to again. I feel like the public telephone, or the phone booth that closed. And the VHS player sitting in the basement, I feel like the lost Greek Fire nobody will ever understand. Like the shoes or bottles buried in the wall and nobody knows why they're there. I feel like the lost Athapaskan languages, Like navigating a mountain in Bhutan with a broken compass. I feel like I've got a nose bleed in a shark tank, And I feel like I'm out here catching the volcanoes eruption with just a bucket. It feels like being hunted by something I can't see or hear; Or like I'm holding back the tsunami with an umbrella. I feel like a cinder block, And I feel cold and like I cannot move, But it doesn't feel like you've broken me. Maybe I shouldn't feel so brittle from all the weathering. Maybe I can feel strong.
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