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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Over Stimulation
Lights catch random particles, drawing attention to the eye. Heart beats out of rythm. Smoke clouds magically appear as thoughts bluntly dissipate. Into thin air goes the brain, gliding down memory lane. Day brought Déjà vu, followed by awkward agitation. Fear drives choices, fueling the machine; misdirected. Procrastination leaves margin for error. Thoughts corrupt the already polluted mind. Speaking thoughts out loud is a cause for concern but preoccupation leave us feeling trapped. Searching for a way out takes over all priority causing an over stimulated mind to lunge for relief. Quickly fixed by applying temporary bandages to hide emotions can't shake waking up feeling regrets and projecting anger. Dwelling on the past, medicating anguish, inevitable anxieties begin forming conclusions with little rationality. Left with a bitter taste from nibbling on our own cuticles. Excuse me, while I hold tight onto my crutches. Self consciously, I'm lead into the bathroom. Overly critical; analyzing myself; the correct answers lose gravity. As if to be rotating on the axis of the universe, I surrender to myself with the power of my own beliefs. Chalking it up as the simple result of over-stimulation.
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