Icarus Poems

Icarus

'Once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth
with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been
and there you will always long to return,'
wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519).
In school I did learn
the plane truth,
and for your information,
it's a collection of spare parts
flying in close formation.
And was it not Icarus in his day
who,

Call Me Icarus

For now, 
call me Icarus, 
for in loving you
I attempted to kiss the sun.

A Fool’s Flight

It may be one of the most poetic ending of all
Icarus’ fall, that is 
Stupid, prideful Icarus 
The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn 
He learned that things can be beautiful
But intangible and fatal 
Everyone talks about his death
How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly

Effort and Time

Like Moses in the desert, I have wandered.
My destination nowhere in my sight.
I’m searching for the joy I have been promised
But hampered by the seeming lack of light.
Like Icarus of old, I am a pris’ner.
I’m chained here to the ground by gravity,
And haunted by the things I can’t accomplish,
The dreams of places I will never

Icarus could never

I've heard people fall in this ultimate madness called love
But I fly
I fly higher and higher 
And as I fuel my strength,
I make you my wings 
The elite wings that even Icarus could not afford
For I surely know you will never melt 
For I surely know you will never let me fall, ever...

The Flight of Icarus

Quietly without a sound

From the sky he spirals down

Tail on fire and broken wing

Demons laugh, no Angels sing

Earlier his flight begun

Flying high to tempt the Sun

In his ears those words would ring

Father can't know everything 

Downward, downward, as he must

With a thud he hits the dust

Heaven sighs, no bells will ring

Angels cry and Demons sing

Icarus

Building your wings feather by feather.
Checking the skies, watching the weather.
Sitting alone, dreaming of angels
And birds of a wing flocking together.
Experiments fail, trying again.
Experience showing how, where, and when.
Observing the sun lifting the morning
Vibrating, warming the sweet oxygen.

And we say: Don't fly too high!
The winds are much too strong!
Don't fly too high!
Come back! Come back
To

Icarus

Though at first terrifying,
no denying:
dancing on a wheel
makes it feel
like I am flying.

An aside, for what it’s worth:
unbridled mirth
turns disenchanted
supplanted
by crashing to earth.

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A Streambed Quintet, two or more stanzas of 7a:4a:5b:3b:5a

Icarus, Revisited

In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad,
And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape -  
He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad.
The sky’s warm, gay orb, too, was round in shape.  
So pretty was she, he dreamt as he marched,
And he constructed a bright plan in his head,
Sweating through shirts which

Between the Extremes - POTD

In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight

Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in

Icarus

We all know of  Icarus,
The one with bee's wax for wings,
Who fell into the ocean,
Never to be seen.

But everyone forgets,
Icarus also flew,
Higher than anyone dared to.

Like Icarus

My dearest love if you’re reading this then the bells have tolled the angels have sung,
it must be over but know that I loved you like Icarus had loved the sun…burning and bright,
we knew how it would end with flames to wing blinded by light,
I was so In love I didn’t  care that your

Icarus

Growing up I've always admired the story of Icarus & the sun 
But as I matured I learned that I actually resented it and here is why... 

I am the sun 
scorching, burning Icarus.
My heat leaving imprints of his flaking feathers 
Upon his skin, engraving his bones. 
The wax slowly melted making his harness heavy,

Icarus

You think you know my story,
The boy who flew too close to the sun 
But did you know how I longed for the marks of Apollo’s love upon my skin,
How the melting wax branded me with hope and freedom
You think ambition is my harmatia
When In reality it was Eros
Love 
One of our 7 words for

Where's Icarus Now

This poem is based upon 'Landscape with the Fall of Icarus' by Pieter Bruegel
Also inspired by Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden~

No farmer or merchant felt the sound
That Icarus made when he had drowned
Icarus splashed and kicked and flailed!
Dying, crying to those who sailed
“Help me, help me! Direct your course!”
But those merchants felt

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