#Icarus poem

[daugterofliterature]

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

[darkcademiasss]

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

[ohdearlordheretheyareagain]

i hope icarus flew 

in his final moments

with his skin burnt and raw 

i hope he fixed his eyes upon the sun 

and felt it’s heat caress him 

even as he plummeted towards the ocean 

i hope he thought of warmth,

and love,

and life 

perhaps apollo reached out his hand 

and caught him 

and held him 

i hope icarus flew 

and didn’t look down 

[thebestieyoureinlovewith]

Lil offering for you my friend bc I love you and your writing and bc I was bored 💕

Icarus

LORE ILYSM OMG OMG OMG MY POEM IN FANCY WRITING GUYS LOOOOOOOK!!!

It's about Icarus by the way!!

[no-b0dy0-o]

I wrote this poem like a couple months ago so like you guys can tell me if it's like real or not 😭

I wrote it in when I was in a bad place and I read it to my writing class and they liked it soo maybe you guys would too

My Sun.

I am your Icarus, and you are my Sun.

But to you, I am just another face you shine over.

Another face you seem not to know nor care for.

I long to be in your warm embrace though it will hurt me.

I may burn, but I wish to be in your arms once agian.

For you to hold me like you once did before.

With love in your eyes, instead of malice and disinterest.

Just for a moment.

Before cold reality fades in and I fall as my wings burn.

You aren't good for me but I still long for you.

I fall in my ocean of despair and heartache, trying to stay afloat.

The currents finally take me over.

I sink in my pain, never to be seen ever agian.

[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.

[icaruslovedthesun]

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

[crypt-cryptic]

this one is not yet fully finished, but it is on hold and i consider it finished enough to post

he chose to love the sun more than he loved being alive

but in the heartbeat that he made the decision, he believed they were one and the same

his freedom was, in some way, tied to the sun, was it not?

how could the very thing that melted the bonds holding him back become hot enough to burn him?

[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.

[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

[myreally]

poets paint icarus as a tragedy

his death written as a dreadful misfortune

of an overconfident boy

although i believe there is nothing misfortunate about his story

since when was soaring for what you want

even if it was only for a moment,

a tragedy?

sometimes death has strains of beauty in it

— my

[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

[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?

[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.

[rjdent]

Migratory by R J Dent - a new poem written 25/12/2023:

Migratory

They spell out a page

  of something

  in a foreign language

  as they fly overhead –

  or music –

The sound

  of feather rustle, pinion creak

  and wax cracking.

Over the lake they almost

  become legible,

  tangible –

  a secret almost revealed.

by R J Dent

Copyright © R J Dent 25/12/2023

www.rjdent.com

[stabbedpages]

Tw....uh????? I wanna say self harm but also not rly and i also wanna say ED but also not rly? Idek man mat padho if u have any triggers tbh just to be on the safer side💀💀😭

I think I've run out of things to write about like the fact that I crave greatness so much that it can't be called ambition anymore. It can't be called determination or perseverance or even greed- it's a kind of starvation. You see, ambition couldn't destroy you half as much as hunger will. This yearning and longing and craving- it claws at the insides of my stomach. Ambition doesn't make you want to tear the flesh off your bones. Ambition doesn't feel like it's twisting your guts. Ambition doesn't feel like it's turning your skin inside out. And I don't think you can call it ambition - the way that I can still feel last night's dinner up my throat. They say that it's this desire to be great that makes me destined for glory, and honestly, I hope they are right because I would choose burning to nothing over falling short of the stars, because sometimes I think it's a classic case of Icarus and that I'm flying too close to the sun but is it bad that I would rather crash and burn than not reach the top at all? Sometimes it makes me wonder if I'm starving by choice. Am I starving because I'm not good enough for me yet or am I starving because nothing will ever be?