#icarus poem

[daugterofliterature]

Herbert James Draper, The Lament for Icarus (1898), detail.

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[darkcademiasss]

OMG, if this quote isnt jegulus ,then I dont know what is

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[wierdaestheticsstash]

°•○ICARUS IN LOVE○•°

I loved you as

Icarus loved

The sun-

Too close

Too much...

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°•°•Icarus Academia°•°•

Maybe...

Maybe Icarus wanted to fall. Maybe he wanted to graze Apollo's light and Poseiden's deepest sand. Maybe Icarus smiled when he felt Apollo burn his wings. Maybe Icarus laughed when he felt the wind whipped through his broken wings and the salty sea cooled the scorching wax. Maybe Icarus wanted to be free, to leave the steel cage. Maybe he was a young boy high on delight and fear, maniacal laughter leaving his lips. For who could say they had touched the edge of Apollo's garments and seen the bottom of Poseiden's palace...

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[eucalyptgem]

Young Apollo,

how your passion scorches.

Melting wax on a young boy's back;

Molten iron wreathing a lover's crown;

Your tears cannot extinguish celestial storms.

Blame that vengeful wind

though it did not throw the sparrow to the sea

nor toss the disk to the sky.

No, fate does not vindicate causation.

You did this.

Sing laments from afar;

Apportion your gift to others,

but don't let them spark.

Do not ask who is there to warm you -

the feathers are gone

(Ai, ai)

The flowers are all that is left,

and those can become ashes, too.

Don't you dare threaten their mourning.

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[mirei-arius]

“Too close to the sun”

Icarus, blinded by devotion

Icarus, swept up in ambition

Icarus, warned not to fly too low

Icarus, who flew too close to the sun

Apollo, watching those who are faithful

Apollo, watching the wax melt his wings

Apollo, watching him fall to his fate

Apollo, who picks him up after he falls

Holds him immortal in the sky

For all to see

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[endericarus]

Isn’t it beautiful that we’ve been writing about Icarus for centuries? One boy who died faster than he lived. Who tasted more sun than fresh air. (He burned for more than he breathed). The tragedy of one boy who died by Apollo’s breath, not unlike Achilles. How could that boy have died on accident? He laughed as he fell right? Or maybe that is just a happier fantasy we tell. An improved idea over the bitter truth. A boy who died so quick must have laughed as he fell, or else he was just a boy. Just a boy who wanted to fly. Just a boy who could do nothing but fall. Why would this boy want to die? For freedom? To spite the gods? To spite his father? Because he was naïve? Maybe we like to believe he wanted to die. To save us from the pain of what it means if the sun was really just a hubris. Just as Apollo watched Achilles be struck in the heel, but could only watch, if just to keep omnipotence. Maybe Icarus did laugh was he fell. Maybe Icarus is just as mortal as we fear ourselves to be

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[words-and-wishes]

Sun-Blind Eyes

I am prideful. Like Icarus, who launched himself

across the sky in his mad dash

for beautiful Apollo. The poor fool,

no man survives the gods –

I do not blame his need. The protection

of music, the siren’s song of light

after salt-slicked walls and silence

would break the strongest will, man or divine –

Apollo beckoned to him, burned him as he flew.

His white wings, lovingly crafted

by the hands of his father, began to melt.

Wax dripped onto his back, the traces like claws –

He turned midair, arms open, mouth open.

His scarred chest heaved, somewhere

between a laugh and a sob. Cold, sun-blind eyes

closed. Finally, blessedly, he fell.

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[icaruslovedthesun]

“Icarus fell, yes, but it was clear that mattered not to him , because before he fell, icarus flew”

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[dd122004dd]

Icarus

Icarus, How did it end up like this? You kissed the incandescent, gracious face, Of the god Apollo, what a disgrace! Your love for the one above, Came crashing down like a dead dove. A whisper here,a murmur there, An unvoiced, desperate prayer. They whispered at your watery altar, Though the whispers never seemed to falter.

Consumed by the seas down from above, All because of your forbidden love. Centuries later the nereids shall find, Your body broken, your eyes blind. Blinded by the love once felt, They dragged you through the gates of hell. For a sinner, truly that you were, For kissing a man, a deity, a sinner. Your soul, put on trial then, Banished from the gates of hell. For who could truly bear to see? A mortal and a god, lovingly.

A doomed love, a broken heart, And broken wings ripped straight apart. And when the dawn finally broke, The great Apollo let out a croak. For the little mortal who caught his eyes, Landed straight to his demise. The young man who once kissed his face, Would never see the light of days.

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[oncetherewasaprincessfromsparta]

The Story of Icarus

The Burning Price of Freedom

When I was born,

Freedom was not something I tasted.

Infact, I envied

All that let it go wasted.

I never grew up,

Running from chores;

No.

I ran from roars.

A man half bull.

A beast left starved.

The three of us trapped,

In the maze my father carved.

I was never smart.

I left that to my father.

I only helped,

when he started to stagger.

Sometimes I’d look,

into the sky,

And I’d wonder,

Why?

Why did I have to live this punishment?

Why did I have to die down here?

Why did I have to be a part of such a cruel world?

And then we decided,

We would leave.

And when we did,

We would be freed.

So my father thought,

and he schemed.

And some days we worked so hard,

That we couldn’t hear the screams,

Of the fourteen tributes.

Seven woman, seven men,

Who were brought from Athens,

To their end.

And then,

We started to plan.

We would build wings,

To hold a man.

One whole year,

We worked and we welded,

Until we had golden wings,

That with wax they melded,

Fast to our backs.

‘Not too high or too low’,

Father warned.

‘For you’ll plummet below’

‘Of course father,

I know’.

But when we took flight,

I was not prepared,

For the freedom,

That I felt flared.

I was soaring

in the very sky,

That i used to

look up to and cry.

Father had this feeling,

Bound tight.

For unlike me,

He once knew the feeling of flight.

So I laughed,

and I sung,

As I flew higher,

Towards the sun.

“Icarus no!”

My father tried,

But his voice was lost,

By the wind and the ride.

So I flew higher,

For I've never felt more free.

It was enough to get drunk,

Enough to not see.

But I didn’t care,

I wanted to touch my sun.

Feel his embrace,

Where I had none.

Alas,

I never got there,

My wax melted,

And then started to tear.

And so I fell,

But it wasn’t sad,

I wanted freedom,

That’s not so bad.

And as the sea took me,

Into it’s icy embrace,

I smiled where no one,

Could ever give chase.

And so I smiled at Charon,

And handed him my gold,

And i went through Hades’ gates,

To a future untold.

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[coloncurlybracket]

My mother told me I was Icarus A child of hopes and dreams Full of wonder and delight At the worlds most meaningless things My mother told me I was Icarus Born in cage and shadow Learned to bleed my own light And crush the darkness below My mother told me I was Icarus Love and creation combined Taking that leap of faith To fly and leave them all behind

So I became their Icarus With wings beat strong and true I followed in my fathers steps And promised that when I flew I would not be their Icarus Crashing wildly in the sea But soar towards the cliffs And the open arms waiting for me But my mother called me Icarus So Icarus I'll be And when I sink beneath the waves A smile they shall see

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[alzi4k]

We are drawn to the sun

We follow Icarus' path,

We long to reach the heights of the sun,

We long for its embrace,

Its warmth intoxicates us,

Its light guides us unfailing,

Its boldness inspires us,

And yet we burn,

Because we are drawn to the sun.

We fall as Icarus did,

Our wings rip apart,

Our feathers fail us,

The ecstasy is our doom,

The power is our downfall,

The high of the rise,

Drags us to depths unknown,

Because we are drawn to the sun.

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[ihaveab0y]

icarus flew too close to the sun, right?

why did he do it though?

why did he let himself perish?

he wanted it, didn’t he?

why would he do it, otherwise?

merely because he got so lost in the joy he was feeling?

no.

no, that can’t be it.

icarus flew too close to the sun,

and died in that sea.

the sea took his life that day,

and he became a mere tale.

so why did he let himself become such a thing?

the answer is simple,

if you think about it.

icarus fell in love with the sun.

he let himself perish at the sun’s hands because of his love for it.

the sun had stolen icarus’s heart,

and then his life too.

icarus perished at the sun’s hands.

and it was because of love.

love had blinded icarus.

no matter how blind

the sun’s light made you,

love was more blinding.

the sun was so beautiful,

icarus couldn’t help,

but get lost in it.

he needed to get lost in it.

he needed to die in the sun’s love.

and he did.

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[oh-honey01]

Icarus

Dear, Icarus,

Adorned in gorgeous wings, You dare to touch the skies Did your father's warning not ring? Did you think he was telling lies?

Given a dream, given a chance, When the sun scorched your skin, Were you lost in a trance? Did you fall with a grin?

There is a sick satisfaction, In falling when one is meant to fly. Or did you carry triumph in the action Of touching untouched sky?

How do you find it, dear, Icarus, For your fall to be called out so? As the only message delivered to us Was your flaw in that one go.

Did you enjoy to see the whole world In that sliver of your mortal time? Did the view of everything unfurled Distract from the loss of your life?

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[dyingdaffodils]

Landscape with the fall of Icarus (1560)

Snow white boy, with wings of gold

Tell me what it’s like to soar

To reach the gates of the gods of old

And rise on further, wanting more

Daring child with eyes of flame

Show me what it's like to fall

You have only yourself to blame

Since the tower was only a bore

Screaming angel, burning scars,

Turn your face towards my hand

Sleep beneath the sea and stars

So far away from your land.

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[aro-ace-of-spades]

"they still write peoms about you, you know?"

He looked at me strangley, "why?"

I shrugged, "You were a tragedy. People love to dwell on those. "

He smiled to himself, "there's nothing tragic about grasping what you want.....

..... Even if its only for a moment. "

-last night,I dreamed of icarus laughing-

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