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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A hoarse whisper, at 2.49 a.m. "It's over-it's over- it's-" There, he is, in his dark bedroom, eyes wide open, but seeing nothing. Fists clenched with sheets, and nails sunk to the skin. He mutters it, to the locked bedroom door, as if it's someone who's listening to his confession, sorrow. 2.50 it is. A tear, dull and frozen, falls from his left eye, just to land on his shaking upper lip. "It's over- it's over- it's-" his hair, wet with sweat, voice rasp with dread, with a broken throat and a heart, he mutters the same, again and again, in same pain, same tone, to the same silent wall. His over bitten lip, now glistening in red. Iron and salt, mixed in pain. He feels it. He cries, finally.... There, 2.55, sleep is crawling, not a fitful one, shaking, he falls asleep. 3.00 a.m. it is. DANG!-the alarm.. He wakes up, again. Just to begin another day of hiding the suffering, and suffering from hiding.
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