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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First Poem Here He Hit Me I cry again as sneak enters the back door stealth like to uproot my innocence he hit me he hit me my cries my words went unheard my pleas my pleas went unresolved I shake the ground to no one's consternation or frowns he hit me I stood tall I stood tallest to his oppression to his rules and laughing ways I have the pain the bruises and heartbreak to show to show the ones in similar fates to stand up for one's beliefs against his fist his oppression his restraints his rules and laughing ways because in the end I will always have my dignity and more dignity than him He hit me I'll get back up I'm tall And proud He hit me again I'll get back up again I'm tall, once again connie pachecho December 26, 2016 Inspired from reading entries to first poem contest. This poem is very cryptic to say the least. On Christmas day I awoke to bells tolling a funeral hymn. Mine. As I opened PS, my account here deleted, no forewarning, my world shivering it's winter chill. The day was dark and cold. I wanted to die. The next day a new seed planted. The poem contours on what they (I call them black bears) did to me (maybe deserving), my feelings and reactions. Forevermore I seeded and grew from that day on, yet I have to look the other way.
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