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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God created hands for building things. Sometimes before you build something, you must first destroy something else. Wildfires are never supposed to be put out. Their sole purpose is to burn the entire forest to the ground, transform living things to fertilizer, making room and preparing the soil for new growth. It is almost paradoxical, that there must be death before birth My hands have stared the grim reaper’s reflection inside the pool of my best friends blood. An old student I used to tutor told me that I am the best brother she could have asked for She said she will always love me This was after I burned every bridge that traversed the gaps between us Stared at her from across her desk Told her that she will never be my sister. That our bloodlines will never match. Our gene pools are just strangers that made the same wrong turn. I spent so much time trying to find my way back that I never realized I was home in being lost I found something comfortable, without expectations. I only corrected myself after she spoke, because I heard something familiar in her voice. She sounded like family. I have the scarred and wrinkled hands of a senior citizen I’m only 22 years old I once got my palm read This gypsy woman told me that my lifeline should have been cut short when I hit 17. That was a year ago. What do gypsies know anyway I have defied the odds my entire life. Been broke down and built back up too many times to count My fingernails chewed raw to the cuticle out of anxiety I enjoy the taste of my own pain Sometimes I use my own hands to destroy myself just to see who my real friends are who will build me back up when I can’t do it alone My hands have a desire to learn how to cook, but I’m not that great. So when I am alone, I tend to be hungry, not just for food though. I starve for someone to talk to It never satiates, because it’s not you. I know what it tastes like to completely give myself to someone. My biggest fear is being abandoned. When I look into your eyes, I am not afraid. I need to cook you up a feast of myself, then feed it to you every day for the rest of our lives Please tell me what I really taste like, Be honest. Years after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother moved into my aunt’s house. Since I was 5, every time I speak to her she asks me: “Spenser, did you thank God for waking you up today?” I think to myself, I never did tell my eyes to open themselves. It just happened. So I don’t know how to respond to her correctly. I tell her that I love her, that I am writing a lot. She tells me that she puts her hands together for me every night Prays that I will get the job I want I guess some prayers do get answered. Sometimes two hands in the right position, matched with a conversation with God, Can change things. I even accidentally call that place home sometimes. My dream is that my hands evolve into wolves, become part of a pack and work together with other hands to make a difference Some days they will be the alpha male. Full of confidence, at the head of the pack Other days I need someone to show me the right way to go Because if I’ve learned anything It’s that I am not always right I can not always be in control of everything The only thing I have ever really wanted is to know That my hands were truly A part of something.
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