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 You want emotion... Tell me, ask me, beg me to show you my soul, my secret place where my muses dwell. My living hell. The tainted sea of all me, so what...so you can wash in the river of my insanity...well since you asked so nicely...and that smile curves that caress of your cheek so sweet and meekly...I will give you me and my intensity. I love with the obsession of a thousand serial killers, desire is my thrillers, I feed off the energy of lust. I must drink from the fountain of youth, stroke my ego with pens of golden words, I must be heard. I am beyond the yearn, beyond the turn of the keys, I am the door waiting to be opened once more. My tears keep my hinges from hardening. My scars are the bars on my window pane. I am a home again, safe in the comfort of curiosity, I watch like a cat on the sill, waiting for a kill, begging for a thrill. A slave to the satisfaction of onlookers reaction. I am the one that dresses out of style to evoke a smile...leather, pearls, and lace, I am out of time and space, until I become the thought that from you mind you will never be able to erase. You see me looking at you when your eyes close. Your mind knows there is no possibility, but that shiver in your heart, you think you feel me. I get my kicks on watching you do tricks, and I yearn so badly that it burns me madly, I must have your attention. You want emotion... There is jealousy constantly stabbing at my soul. There is one that would make me whole, make my universe complete, like a halloween treat he is the caramel topping to my apple on a stick. Ripe fruit on the branches, he would be my pick. With a thousand starlight wishes I wish for his kisses. Every moment denied of a love extraordinary. He is not with me. Every moment, jealousy seeps inside, I cannot hide the hurt in my eyes. Mention his name and my heart weeps, I keep his photograph under my pillow where the river of tears flow. One day, I beg the God's, the stars, the heavens to help me from this hell and carry me well to the keep of my soul. Until then, my body winces at the pain of kisses not meant for forever but under the lever of golden circles. Jealousy every moment he is not with me. You want emotion... Anger...I hold the handle of the sword. I poured my desire on the steel with fire so real it burns with the touch. So much anger...directed...injected..targets selected, social media infected lies. Hypocrites, I spit hatred on their ignorance. Idiots. Ill-informed normality, makes the anger rise in me. Whoever thought interactions created decency, don't think your posts don't affect me. I vomit on the thoughts of mediocrity, anger at stupidity...but still I take the bait and master it skillfully. You want emotion... I spew happiness like rain from clouds, making rainbows in the sun. Begging someone to soak in my colors, smile at others. Hopeful the clouds part and the heart of humanity is reached, well speeched and teached in the only thing that matters and that is love. Happiness dipped in painted perfection of life. Kaleidoscope harmony, conception of reception the birth of brilliance, color burst and shed on a bed of green grasses, tall trees and dirty knees. Emotion, yes there is emotion spilling from the strawberry kissed stitches that hold the stained skin of my existence. I come with scars of battles, raped by the blade and broken by the mirror glass. Survival instincts born from the industrial jungle I once roamed. I am home to the vial stench of the city. I am a conduit for creativity. I breathe energy. Do you see, there is not a singular emotion in me... anger, lust, love, jealousy, rage, depression, obsession...happiness. A love for the emotions that color my rainbow, I grow in the storms and I flourish in the deserts. A collection of emotions like knots in my headboard. I have stored them in my memories to spill them on paper like a communal disease...are you pleased? You wanted emotion...there is no turning back now my love. September 25, 2015
Enter Author Name (Not Required)