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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Retarded limbs in dark surrounds, Embattled heart ‘n muffled sounds; Dying hope of life abounds I am winded to the gut. Slowly sinking through the clay, Sly emotions slip and sway, Tomorrow is another day and I am winded to the gut. Pain takes charge of limb and head, Feeling like I need a bed, Read a book; pray instead I’m so winded, to the gut? * Twitching throat and anxiety, “Heart, practice piety” Re-integrate ‘to society and rise above this deadly rut * Once thought it’s gone and then Alas, it intrudes without pardon, Rudely again my heart to harden, I’m kicked again, in my gut. Cycle, cycle, this awful groove, Shakes it’s hand in sick reprove, Denigration with one swift move! I’m so winded in my gut. So what now, my hopeless host; Can you prevail above this ghost? Healing physician – lost your boast? I’m still winded to the gut. Is that a light in this dark cave or just some glow fly at the grave? What will me from this dark pit save? I bow my head and hold my gut. Time passes by relentlessly; Who’s in control – you or me? These questions mean I still can’t see! Oh, such turmoil in my gut.
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