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 Now we have a game we play, this game is fun And true today. It’s not hard and very Refreshing. This game I say, is the game Called “Go Insane.” Close your mind, and crawl back in…back To where it all ends. Here we find The beginning of our sins. The truth That Christ is a lying friend. Think it once, then think it twice, for Chaos will bring us What’s nice and right. For anarchy of the soul Is what’s choking us to Go. The great schism of breath and air, it’s gone And lost on care. Heart failure, cancer and lack of oxygen, It’s the future I found in him. Now, you should try this little game, it’s so much fun And when it’s done, we can erect a dream per say, For it’s not hard, while it dwells behind your mind, When it’s done…you’ll see the end, yourself behind The looking glass, a Reflection of thought That will horrify your turn of the eyes So fragile, So beautiful, The love You’ve been Searching for. Is everybody in? This soul we found, a soul never ending, For all have fallen short…I mock this Little story. The truth that it is sacred… Nothing is sacred. Though I sing the body electric, and The hand placed in mine, the deceiver Of love. The heart she held, smashed And irreplaceable. She mocked all that I once was… The love was placed behind a steel door, Locked and barred, nowhere to go. Stomped and decayed ruins of joy, The toy of love she threw at me, Like a broken bell that sings and sings… My seasons in Hell, are all I bring.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)