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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Another One Down
Another One Down And another one bites the dust. Marriage. My friend, my neighbor, the lady next door, Rampant miscalculations of being too nice, two people that complain, endlessly. She does not do enough. I have not had “any” in weeks. I work all the time. What do I show for it? When do I get my due? These are the words, That he would spew. She did the dishes, She worked two jobs, She got the kids to school, What a fool… She made dinners, and kept appointments, made small talk with your mom, who hates her. Yet… She does (did) not do enough. I wanted, need(ed) more. I wanted my feet rubbed, twice each night. I wanted someone to bring my dinner in the chair. When my plate is empty, I want more… I want her to fill it, and every need, that I can think of, until, I feel… loved, enough. I am “first” not last, I am the husband. I am the King of everything. I sit alone in my new apartment. “Why… is she mad at me?” Red roses bleed...you just can not see it...
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