Icarus Poems - Poems about Icarus

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

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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...

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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...

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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......

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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 ...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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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if tomorrow gives me a cup of tea laced with forget-me-nots, i wonder if my dream will come true. today is just another weight of yesterday, disguised in the blurred spaces of your words kissing the air that once touched my skin crying salt tears of your absence. yesterday is another reminder of my icarus fairytale sliding down clouds to rest forever at sea levels...

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