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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Judul : genangan yang sisah bayangan
Judul : Genangan yang sisah bayangan Kesalahan masih tergenang, terbayang bayang sampai langit memudar Putaran emosi masih belum berhenti, tidak akan bisa ku genggam, tak bisa bubar Tubuh ini bagai pembuangan, yang dianggap hambar Genangan kenangan terserap, membuih oleh sakit Genangan kesenangan mengenbun melayang oleh fakta dunia ter cabik capit Minta maaf, jangan sama kaset rusak Jangan sama wajah yang sudah koyak Apa lagi diri ini, bagai debu yang terinjak injak Maha agung!, hamba sudah rela memudar Sudah rela di hapuskan Juga titip pesan kepada mereka yang bubar Tiup, padamkan, benamkan saja diri ini dunia sudah campak. English translation : Titles : Puddles that remain shadows Mistakes still linger, haunted by shadows until the sky fades. The swirl of emotions hasn't stopped, I can't grasp it, I can't disperse it. This body is like a waste product, considered insipid. A pool of memories is absorbed, foaming with pain. A pool of pleasure condenses, floating away by the fact that the world is torn apart by claws. Apologize, not to a broken record. Not to a face that's already torn. What's more, this self, like dust trampled underfoot. Great! I'm willing to fade. I'm willing to be erased. I also entrust a message to those who have dispersed. Blow, extinguish, just drown this self, the world has measles.
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