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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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Hope is like a monkey, one thats on the back, there is no release cause the sucker constantly wants to chat. Always whispering, like hes got something to say, then turning his back on you the very next day. When you need him the most, hes outa site, leaving you alone to face the fight. Nomatter what you cry, how loud you yell, believing in him you will always fail. Then comes depresion, he always comes around, when hope fails hes sure to be found. Cuddeling and puring, almost a friend, and he has so much that hes willing to lend. Guilt-strife-regret-worry, he will give them all, and he has so many more he could call. What a reality, a living joke, off these emotions and hell i choke. I feel it, see it everyday, but its like I'm not there, when did I loose the ability to care. Where did it go, I say it was never present, I was doomed from the start, to be a fallen pesent. This nightmare is a cycle, one that never ends, views of hell and madness, are all these nightmares send. There is no release, to wake up is even worse, just to liv life is a horrble curse. A sickness I've become, a cold that kills, I don't fit in with anything that feels. One of a kind, unique in everyway, this mold grows more and more everyday.

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Hope is like a monkey, one thats on the back, there is no release cause the sucker constantly wants to chat. Always whispering, like hes got something to say, then turning his back on you the very next day. When you need him the most, hes outa site, leaving you alone to face the fight. Nomatter what you cry, how loud you yell, believing in him you will always fail. Then comes depresion, he always comes around, when hope fails hes sure to be found. Cuddeling and puring, almost a friend, and he has so much that hes willing to lend. Guilt-strife-regret-worry, he will give them all, and he has so many more he could call. What a reality, a living joke, off these emotions and hell i choke. I feel it, see it everyday, but its like I'm not there, when did I loose the ability to care. Where did it go, I say it was never present, I was doomed from the start, to be a fallen pesent. This nightmare is a cycle, one that never ends, views of hell and madness, are all these nightmares send. There is no release, to wake up is even worse, just to liv life is a horrble curse. A sickness I've become, a cold that kills, I don't fit in with anything that feels. One of a kind, unique in everyway, this mold grows more and more everyday.