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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Pain As a Fuel
Pain, while unpleasant, does serve a purpose. It lights the fires that make the poet pick up pen. An all-too-content person has no need for expression. So it's like the proverbial 2 edged sword. It also raises the awareness level of those so inflicted. Simple pleasures, as well as hurts, are greatly magnified. I remember, at one of the lowest points of my life...estranged from wife and kids, mom just died, and I lost my job- I took a horrendous job cold calling to try to sell copy machines- my compensation- $150 week which I used 3 times as much in gas and wear and tear. But the most devestating wear and tear was on my ebbing sense of self respect. I was considered a "pest". My card, handed over, torn before my eyes, thrown in a waste basket....and I did my best, until after a few weeks, I was so worn down, I couldn't go on. But the worst thing, I'd go sit on the beach boardwalk, and watch seemingly happy famlies, couples holding hands, love obvious in their eyes. I did not want to live. I was somehow seperated from the normal world. I even strongly contemplated suicide. Only my religious conviction of it's sinfulness stoped me... (and helped, in good measure, by being a coward.....) That was then. But poignant journal entries were made.. And now is now. And music and poetry are my reasons to continue....Poetry Soup was like winning a lottery... all my new friends...all the fun and kidding...we are a family. Thank you all. tom
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