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Hi there, I'm Momoka!
I've always wanted to give poetry a try, so why not now? I thought it would be a good idea to have an outlet for whatever swamp-like state my brain is in.
I also want to mention a quick [TRIGGER WARNING] as many poems contain mentions of darker subjects. If you are sensitive to those subjects then please, discretion is the better part of valour!
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Regular updates every Saturday. Hey there my dear poem lovers! I am DrishKing008. I have been writing lots of poems for so much time. I just thought it was time I actually started publishing these. So, here I am. This is a collection of my original motivational poems that will motivate and inspire you. Most of these poems are fairly long. So, you have already been warned. I have put a lot of effort into these poems. I hope you enjoy them and get positivity from them. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ DON'T COPY MY WORK⚠️⚠️⚠️ This is all my original work and has my efforts in it. Don't even think about stealing it. I will take this plagiarism of my work really seriously. Don't steal my original work if you don't want to be in serious trouble. I really mean it!!! Okay, Enjoy!!! ------------ One of the poems, 'The First Snowfall' is an honorable mention in the 'Xmas Advent Contest 2022' ------------ This is my first poem collection. So, the starting poems are not as good. I have decided to leave them there as it shows me how much I have grown and prospered in this field. So, if you just wanna read the good poems, I recommend you start from poem 19 or a bit more late. Thanks! ------------- Highest Ranking ------------ #7 IN POETRY ~BEST RANKING YET #1 in longpoems #1 in motivationalpoems #1 in antidepression #2 in motivational #3 in roast #4 in songbook
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