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 Angel Wings Sometimes I look back through the years searching for who I would have been if I could have written my own story without any whys. The memories of my lost child fighting to survive haunt me. I can’t escape the tears in her eyes, I try to embrace her with admiration for the courage she has shown. Knowing how many times she has fallen yet never failed to rise, I watch as she carries the burdens life has handed her. Her hopes and dreams shattered yet she still tries. Still searching for who I would have been had I not lived my life trapped in a web of lies. I look at my inner child knowing that everything she hoped to be had slipped away. She looks away her dreams shattered I fear she will say her goodbyes. I reach out desperately holding on trying to save the part of me that is slipping away, holding on tightly I pray for strength as she silently cries. I see the sorrow as her eyes plead with mine. Do I let go…do I hold on. My eyes return her plea as I pray for angel wings to help us fly. She holds the many burdens she has carried throughout life. I see her own strength as she holds on still laden with my pain. I keep praying to gain the strength to hold on, knowing if I let go I will drown in my own sea of demise... Pulling with everything inside of me…I am holding on…I know I can’t let go... hands joined as one we begin to rise no longer a victim of our own surmise. At last together as one our own story has now been written…no longer burdened with the whys. With angel wings we soar… as we leave behind the bed of lies
Enter Author Name (Not Required)