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100 words
Write a poem of exactly 100 words. No more, no less. All topics welcome. Have fun. Have heart. Have at it!

Moving on.

My heart sings songs that no one

could write.

You nor her could understand

the honeysuckle sweetness

of what my heart cries for.

My heart is fragile,

full of laughter and expectations.

Under Autumn leaves she no

longer sings for you,

but for I instead.

The grief my heart endures has

become tameable.

I am nothing but tainted leftovers.

You made my heart stronger.

Not for you but, for the next, new season

of my fluent, quiet life.

I am no longer taciturn.

My heart cries honey and shouts

fields of jasmines.

But, not for you but for I instead.

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Religion in 15-50 words.
In 15 - 50 words sum up your most honest thoughts and/or feelings on or about or in the vicinity of the dreaded topic of religion. (p.s; for all you gorgeously rambunctious rebels out there, I'm not actually going to put the word limit restriction in the challenge, just in case you've got more to say.) I'm hoping to drum up discussions, so please feel free to participate, whether it be in your own post or in the delectably contentious comment sections.
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luvjyh in Philosophy
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Comfort.

Religion.

The most overly used way to bring forth comfort to ones mind. It's an easy target to blame or to rejoice in. Books written by man create man. Discussion spoke by man will give man hope.

Religion.

A way to comfort mans shame.

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Happy New Year
Write an acrostic poem using the letters of Happy New Year as the first letter on each line. This is a very short time span challenge as I just thought of it this morning and there is is almost nothing left of 2022.

A chance for a Happy New Year.

How can this life be restored?

And where can I go from here?

Purposefully, I've ignored.

Perhaps, I haven't been sincere.

Yet years feel like minutes

Now I understand agony

Early mornings can collapse into digits

While I try to comprehend the irony

Years are built off sin

Eagerly forgetting my past view

Awaiting another chance to begin

Rewriting the plan, all brand new.

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