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“Suppliants of the Hearth”
~AESCHYLUS



With suppliant olive branch, to what kinder land could Man return?
Whose cities and earth of brightened water
Olympian lords, ye ancient gods below
Whose end possessed the tomb, though Savior Zeus
Keeps pious souls and yet receives
(respectful in the airy lands of men)
Those suppliants of the Hearth, rehearsed!

Though for the smarmy scorn of ****** men
Before the draught tastes the dregs of waste
Return their ships upon the brothing seas
And wintry stings of hurricanes the braved
Pressed on by lightnings, thunders, cast upon
More wild of winds, by facing life to death
Undo what wrong the law forbids
Cousins of pain who lie in strain upon unwilling beds!

Who shows the faithful witness
Still unknown by natives here
As unexpected to the false
Unknown upon who know and last at length!
Meloncoly more of song than Ionian strings
My heart unused to tears on Nile’s cheek
We gather bloom of sorrow
Anxious friends
Someone in search of strength
As exiles, far away on an empty mist!

Hear then, ancestral gods
And kindly look upon the tears of justice lost
With hating people, nothing left to lawlessness undecreed-
Our union justly met!

Behold the Heavens
Invincible in bulwark
Touring always the lasting weary
Among men, respect of gods!

Now will be done
Traced easy in the Earth
Uncompromised of fortune
And blackness through the hearts of men!
Kayden 7d
In the quiet green of a sunlit vine,  
Where dewdrops rest and shadows twine,  
Lies a melon round, with a heavy sigh,  
In fields where days drift idly by.  

Soft and sweet, its flesh inside,  
A tender heart it tries to hide,  
Yet weighed with seeds of fleeting cheer,  
Its sweetness tinged with hints of fear.  

It’s summer’s child with autumn’s gaze,  
Golden light in shorter days,  
Both ripe and raw, it knows too well  
The taste of joy on the edge of farewell.  

And as the fields turn bare and cold,  
The melon dreams of days of old,  
Of laughter, warmth, and skies so high—  
A sweetness meant to say goodbye.
Theme and Tone:
"Meloncoly" explores the bittersweet nature of endings, using the metaphor of a melon to evoke themes of nostalgia, ripeness, and the passage of time. The poem's title, a play on "melancholy," suggests a feeling of gentle sadness associated with change and loss, reflecting the subtle beauty of natural cycles.

Imagery and Symbolism:
The melon represents fleeting happiness and the inevitable approach of loss. Its “tender heart” and “heavy sigh” imply an emotional weight hidden within its sweet surface, much like how joy often conceals sadness. The contrasting images of “golden light” and “bare and cold” fields symbolize the shift from abundance to emptiness, from summer to autumn, emphasizing the idea that all things pass.

Structure and Language:
The four quatrains are simple yet rhythmic, much like traditional pastoral poetry. This steady form mirrors the natural, predictable changes of seasons. Phrases like “fleeting cheer,” “tender heart,” and “sunlit vine” evoke softness and gentleness, while lines like “both ripe and raw” hint at the complexity of emotions that ripen with time.

Tone of Farewell:
The poem ends with a sense of departure and reflection, suggesting that sweetness and joy are always, in a sense, fleeting. It leaves the reader with a contemplative, somewhat wistful feeling, as the melon “dreams of days of old,” encapsulating the essence of "meloncoly."
Pebbles Feb 2011
To be the best in all things poetic
This makes me wonder..
Why do we gather in rooms
Which belong
To foolish words
To humbled souls
and to *******
Why is it we journey togeather
Releasing the
Entrails of our souls
Our  meloncoly ways
and the sweetness of our hearts
For though we all gather
For though we all share
The gems
The dirt
The laughter
And the pain
We all travel our different paths
Looking for stimulation
looking for our own understanding
Looking for a place in which we all belong
I wonder
Why is it you come here
Is it to sooth your soul
To scream your hatred
Or to be counted as part of the poetic kingdom
Things just make me ponder sometimes
This was written on a ponder ...
kyle Shirley Jun 2017
I had a woman who I thought ignored my beast like shell and saw the Prince I was on the inside, as I called her my beauty; *now my meloncoly heart must break all over again longing for the day when she comes back to me.
The wolf scurries at night to howl at the moon
In his eyes, a gun thats broken and won´t stop shooting
As loneliness stands by

It beats twice

The carousel is broken and it swings like a child on a sing
Like meloncoly playing with regret
The silouhettes and shadows come to life, They wander through the halls

Empty, emprisoned

It beats ten times

A drop falls in an endless sea and wrinkles the sands of time
Desperation watches and love walks away

It beats fifteen times

The flock of crows organize a mutanity against silence
And peace is defeated

It beats thirty-six times

Anger has a whiskey and pasion tries to ****** him
The piano man sings with his beautiful notes and lust comittes suicide
Hope leaves the bar, and acompanies loneliness as he stands by to watch
A wolf scurry to howl at the moon

It Beats One Time

Becuase only one time is necesary
Noel Billiter Dec 2018
Translucent dim lit paper moon
Slightly faded pale subdued tones
Delicate meloncoly hues gossamer gold
royal blues ethereal undertones
halos rings emits eclectric solar beams
radiates a rare luminescent glow
Shiny satellites inferior installations know
Gems of pearlescent ethereal stones
Composed orchestrated melodic overtones
Glorious galaxies of metallic chrome
Explored precious irredentist milestones
starchild Dec 2017
Hearts are like diamonds
They shine brightly
bringing light to the dark
thats what her light did for me
and our diamonds shined together
that was then
she stole to meloncoly heart
and its more then i can bere
and thats why hearts are like diamonds
there all diferent shapes
diferent colors
but all fragile
and they all tell me to be happy
at which i am
but after a heart is shattered
its just like a diamond
in everyway
non perfect
                                                      so she continues to think it wasnt that bad
                                                      that i didnt love her that much
                                                      that i still love her
                                                      but she was my whole world
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND

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