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 the photo graphic, 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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Hyperbolic Mind
Labyrinth of headache and heartache Cold steel walls Surrounding and compounding Trapped passageways Constrict and conflict Navigating carefully To avoid the hellish realms Checking my three and my six But still exist my qualms The lava burns as my stomach churns The firey glow awaits regardless of my turn Finally i've been ensnared And so I sigh and despair I was expecting the curse And so I bid thee Do thy worst How naive How comically foolish! The embers surge into my eyes Siring, stinging, burning Whites falling to red dyes Pain, needles, drying I seal it tight and my muscles fight Tears seep out through impenetrable defences And again, the blinding light Locked up lids But of the needles I cannot rid Fire, fire, massive torrents of pain World blurs as fists swing into tiles Anger, consuming! Must withhold for a while... Blinded like a bat My eyes scream and complain WHAT IS VISION?! For all I know is pain To forgo the hurt and the heck Please Tell me i'm near death The tissue is clutched Forced into my face Ahhh, cleansing serenity The needles, done away Then I got out of the shower
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