This is my contribution to the literary movement. We write because we deserve to have our words illuminated. There are lives at stake, and we cannot afford mistakes. Remember, our voices resonate in places where we cannot speak. I hope what we create encourages ignorance to fade away—far away, like the first moment of yesterday. When intellect emerges, showcasing profound sights and sounds, ignorance has no choice but to submit. Free your mind from the boundaries of thought you’ve struggled to articulate, for every moment has its timing. And that time is now—the clarity of 2020 is upon us. Together, let’s raise our pens high to absorb the energy that comes from beyond the clouds in the vast blue sky. Let’s go!

@writepath247/Henery X (long)

With my pen raised high, I am ready to conquer all as I reflect on my thoughts, which have evolved into a more constructive process than a year prior. I write to inspire, motivated by what was placed on my heart by the one who made my existence possible. I will always write for him, for he gives me the strength to be, to ask, and to share his life’s purpose for us all. Rise up and embrace your calling—walk purposefully into your destiny and let your light shine.

@iamderrycox

The moment is now; we should no longer hesitate. The trials we face are merely tests of fate. Are you strong enough to persevere, or will you choose to fold? There is no postponing 2020. Express yourself—release your emotions. Putting pen to paper is my magical remedy. The freedom I experience with each stroke of the pen reassures me that 2020 is undoubtedly a victory. Let’s go!

@insposhoppe63

Ignorance and Truth faced off in a battle. Each came dressed to impress, ready to fight. Stakes were high, and the audience was lively. The rules were set aside to cool off. Ignorance threw wild punches while Truth remained steadfast in the center, wielding a pen as her weapon. Ignorance exhausted himself with missed swings and feints, while Truth transformed Ignorance’s errors into a narrative, turning him into a Saint. The story’s lesson is that morals define the narrative.

@musicatmusicat

Having worn glasses since childhood, I’ve never had perfect vision. Yet, 2020 finds me with my eyes wide open. It’s astounding what you overlook with limited vision. History has given us a skewed perception of ourselves, painting a distorted image of worth. No longer. We create with bold strokes so the message shines through. The contrast clarifies what some wish to keep hidden. Squint to see clearer and focus on the struggle. The past and present may not seem different at first glance—“No Blacks Allowed” signs to “Black Lives Matter”—do they read the same? I believe they do, regardless of whether or not I wear glasses. If we truly lived in a time where Black and Brown lives were valued as essential as light and color, this conversation would not even need to occur. History may repeat itself if we fail to reflect on our lessons. We must acknowledge that 20/20 is hindsight! Our clear vision will reveal more than where we started. Let’s pass the vision test—please read line one... E... line two, Q-U... line three, A-L-I... and finally, line four, T-Y. Many were blind, but now they see that fairness does not equate to EQUALITY.

@voicedvolumes

Listen to my Literary Revolution; I was appointed with a purpose, and I will uphold my rights as if they were enshrined in a constitution. My relationship with poetry is unbreakable. The words I craft are meant to reach souls in need. My pen serves as my voice, aiming to be absorbed and to locate the areas in your being that require attention. Let my words circulate within you; feel their impact resonate, and don’t allow distractions to interfere. Close your eyes and concentrate. When you feel down, my words will help you rise. The heart you thought had ceased to function will begin to pump, providing an adrenaline rush—there’s no need to hesitate. I’m positioning you for greatness, to control your mind and eliminate hate. I will continue to write, pushing boundaries and raising the stakes, breaking free from any constraints that invade your space.

@poetryizvisual

I am drawn to and inspired by this poetry. I refuse to ruin it with overthinking or dwelling on past works. Such thoughts can hinder a poet’s growth. Thankfully, when I focus on the future, new ideas come to me, seemingly out of nowhere, igniting a need to express myself. I must release my words like an electrical surge. The power of the pen flows through me, bringing forth a fresh awakening. New creations are emerging, even in daily conversations and dreams. The urge to share insights drives me—to bare my soul, to create and inspire, to uplift others, to liberate mental slaves, and to manifest change before it’s too late. This is what poetry means to me; hence, poetry is me.

@Consciouslinez_

This is my contribution to the literary revolution. With a firm grip on my pen, I make a fist, allowing my words to resonate. Many have come before me, paving the way. I will rise to the occasion whenever possible. I aspire to be among the beloved of the pen, like Toni Morrison. It’s an honor to share a legacy with so many greats. This journey is just beginning, and I pass it on to the next.

@poeticc_serenityy_

Every syllable flowing from my mind to the ink I pen is a treasure! My sentences are like crowns, pouring forth my essence and shining with positive gems. Each letter I write radiates the abundance of God-given love and energy! I bring a rhythmic symphony of tranquility to your senses. With complete freedom, I hope to spark epiphanies! I oppose those who stifle freedoms where souls can shine! We must unite, rejecting division, to dismantle a system that fosters restrictions and strife! My ambition? The Golden Rule, where love manifests.

@livingcanvas84_

It’s everywhere; you just have to know where to look. Some may be high-profile, while others remain low-key—hidden deities of mischief or public figures of resilience. Trust and believe. Keeping the peace became the foundation of an outspoken community that has also emerged as a veiled society in plain sight, yet the movement remains prioritized. It’s one thing to be color-blind, but another to recognize the genuine progress being made. We provide knowledge, transforming quick cash into well-earned rewards, working tirelessly for a better life. From cashing bloody checks to spreading hope, dark knights of the streets mourn tears while praying for the revelation of their fears and the fears of others. Ships have already sailed into obscurity, carrying those who haven’t experienced this life; that’s why music tells our history—an escapism that showcases the brutal reality. Lord, please reach these minds so they may hone their gifts and recognize their self-worth.

@poetryflamez

Hidden emotions, tears concealed from the world—hesitant to voice what needs to be said. My deluxe pen and paper will carve a path. I write to connect with the masses, coveting your pain. I spill my essence through words, reminding us that perfection is a myth. Tainted, abused, misused, or broken-hearted—these literary superpowers are my swords. Dissecting thoughts that suggest we aren’t worth our time. Stop. Breathe. Now let’s grind! Writers can heal; words are chosen with care. Lives transform, and vocabulary becomes a powerful force. The year 2020 has been tough, with storms faced, yet signs urge us to keep pushing. We never know what life may bring; I will never stop writing. My words are my release, my contribution to the world is transparency.

©drine_the_poet

The right moment is now; this moment is a blessing. It’s time to articulate the thoughts of our hearts and minds—thoughts that emerge from our creative souls as writers. Each moment is life, soul, and energy unfolding countless pages filled with knowledge from life experiences. Brainstorming with thunder, I wonder how to convey numerous messages from winter to summer, with jaw-dropping material waiting to be discovered. Bind and book these pages for eyes to explore—an abundance of insights from countless occasions to awaken thoughtless slumbers.

@authorl.triplett

We write to create a blueprint for our legacies, ensuring that long after our earthly forms have departed, our stories will provide reflections of the beliefs we once held. The inked words we leave behind are meant for all to read, capturing the works we once began. Writing is as vital as breathing, a necessary art form to give life to pain and agony—the thoughts that plague many as they suffer in solitude. It’s a simple pleasure we need not feel guilty about. Writing allows us to transcribe the intertwined verbiage of our souls, igniting our will to succeed! Writing is therapy, especially when we close our eyes and allow the words to flow. As children, we chanted, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Someone lied; it’s time to discard that notion! Words hold power at weddings and funerals—two of life’s most sacred events—not by coincidence, but because someone understood the power of words in making sense of our lives. Let’s unite and boldly share our truths for all to hear, without hesitation or fear.

@thee_hidden_poet

Choosing silence is a choice; choosing to be heard is another. Choosing to listen transfers insight. Everyone has a story to tell, a story to share. Unique lives, unique thoughts, unique voices—all connect like constellations. There’s pure gold in every word, layers of meaning for those who speak and seek. The time is now; your voice is how seeds are planted and actions are taken. Changes are to be made, power unfolds, breaking molds and shifting identities—ideal gifts. The universe sings for all living beings.

@amymarley

Life’s issues flow, curated in ink. I am a beacon, urging people to think, bringing to light the secrets kept like family heirlooms. I empower others to look beyond their pasts and see themselves clearly in the mirror. Mistakes guide us toward the paths we should take, but they do not define us. Life is filled with lessons; embrace the knowledge and move forward. Even when the journey resembles a bumper car ride, look up and within, never back. Let positivity elevate your mind. I write to save lives, including my own. Sharing my soul keeps me free. No matter your past, you can prevail. May these words serve as catalysts for your healing.

@dawnmichellepoetry

I often wonder if the world can truly grasp the words that dwell within me. Do they know these moments come in varying sizes? Do they care? I’m not concerned with their feelings. As long as I live, I will give birth to every letter laboring within my soul, nurturing them until they are free. I wonder if the world will ever accept and join the poetry revolution. As long as I create and embrace creativity, there will be no war. Poetry quenches my thirst, nurtures my soul, and embodies who I am—I will be heard through my words.

Peace and love.

@saun7

Profound. Astounding. Astonishing. The ink of pens flows, artfully dripping onto the page. Open your eyes to recognize the greatness that exists. It’s about sowing your ink-soaked seeds throughout time, producing deep roots—fruits of love, healing, hope, and direction. This motion leads to germination, transcending generations. From celestial bodies to exploding stars, this was all crafted with you in mind. Scientific equations may not suffice to explain the redemption of my layered existence—an ascension into the illumination of my being.

Natasha Ross/@thepoetess_sky_rose

Here’s a project I’ve been working on during my absence from this platform. I cherish connecting and creating with others. As writers, we bear the responsibility to provide our readers with content that encourages, enlightens, and entertains. I would love to collaborate on something similar with my ILLUMINATION family. All interested individuals are welcome; let’s build a modern-day pyramid.