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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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Graceful Outlash
Lets get it perfectly clear. This isn't a plea for equality here. Should you continue to look down on this poetry. It just, whoa is me. All this talk of drugs, guns, and run-ins with cops is not what the audience wants to hear. Gasp! Is it to hard to grasp the fact that this just may be reality? This isn't what editors want to see. Its un-published rubbish. It doesn't belong in the poetry community. Trying to make a break. Plant my stake. Now I find myself about to break. Lash out. Black out. Snap back. And induce heart attacks. For these old folks with half the skill as me. Who supposedly make up the better half of the "poetic diversity". At least this is what Im told. But Im bold enough to know these words have no bounds. Holds all grounds. This is for both rich and poor. All ages, races, colors, and creeds. If you can bleed, this is for you. And know that every last word of this is true. You can talk until your blue in the face. Its only going to blow up in your face. No matter how many times you tell me I don't belong. I'm just going to keep on writing along.
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