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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Outward
Airport terminals betray many turbulent thoughts, as lives pass and friends fly, far away. I sit here in this chair, wondering when I'll ever see such faces again. Some tears have already made their way down, forcing themselves to the sad surface. When shaking hands with your teacher and your friend, hugging the ones who've made you whole - it is what it is. More, however, are yet to come. As we taxi out on the runway, departure-bound, I see behind my eyes this scene on the silver screen; and lo, what plays out before my glistening eyes. A soft melody breaches my ears and my mind, tag-teaming with the past to bring forth such savage depths; drops, slowly, continue to fall. As I think of those I will always miss, no matter how close or how undeniably far; as this is born into life on the page; I ache for home. I know what I am; I fight for all things familiar. I gave up my right to not feel this, to defend others' rights never to. A man dear to me once told me that I've done my share. No matter how long it's been, just the first step was enough, he said. That I owe nothing more. I hope he's right. I hope, when this is over, that I can find all these faces. That I can find my way back once more. Maybe one day I can figure out how to listen. Maybe one day, I'll live for me; maybe one day I'll believe him.
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