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.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the hill top staring out to the bottom Life seems so far from me Up to the heavens I look and pray as I am on my knee Living life like an unwatched DVD Up on this hill I continue to stand under this broken tree The branches are withered and falling The leaves have gone and disappeared into the wind No life lives in the tree for it is broken Receiving no love not even a token The roots can no longer grow The cuts and bruises on the tree are finally starting to show For life is a branch because we have those to hold us up The leaves are that of our comfort in which blew away No life left in us we are just taking life breath by breath barley living No love from others is even being offered Without love we stand on the lonely hill to die All the pain and agony we went through we can no longer hold back as we start to cry Cold as the wind hits our stump Time and time again we think what’s the point I am just going to jump As it is the only reason why I am still living because my heart continues to pump Thunder or lightning doesn’t even phase us not even a bump For it just leaves another mark another scar another lump Rain hides the tears we shed in the life we are forced to live Without receiving any love we lost all ways to even know how to give We are forced to learn how to make it through and survive But with so little life left in us how do they expect us to drive For we are just on this earth waiting for God to arrive Not only hurting on the inside but also on the out Living life broken and full of doubt Not counting on anyone as a small leaf can’t even seem to sprout On this hill top where I live its now becoming a drought Is this what life is really about? One day this life will end All the pain, hurt, coldness, agony, will descend Where are those in which I called a friend But no matter what if thou die alone I will still be forgiving Even thou on a hill top left, I am broken but still living © Jeremy Fennell
Enter Author Name (Not Required)