The Turn
Orual, Orual, she was not pretty,
but on herself she took pity,
When Psyche left her, it let her to wonder and stare,
In the end, the turn started to bend,
Psyche now believes in gods, as quick as a nod.
© by Anthony Raptor
Student Poems
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty is sweet music, tender, joyful, or sad Soothing for the heart in times good or bad Beauty is the flaming sunset—colorful and bright Illuminating the horizon with a blazing light Beauty is a graceful swan, gliding on a lake, fine and delicate Snowy white feathers, gleaming, perfect and intricate Beauty is a red rose—the color of life-giving blood Without blemish, tiny and perfect, is a fair rosebud Beauty is a sparkling stream with its chuckling call It is also in a rushing, roaring waterfall Beauty, in human form, is the goddess-queen Psyche She, by the wise Fox, is called Aphrodite Beauty is in the earth; hidden diamonds, rubies, many a wondrous gem They dazzle the eye, and for many a king is a treasured emblem Beauty is a majestic horse, tall and proud Whose noble head is high, and whinny loud Beauty is the topmost tree in an oaken forest Strong and ancient, reaching up with branches highest Beauty is the etched lines in an aged man’s face Smiling on his family—full of joy and grace Beauty is in speech, story, song, and poem Words mixed and put together to create a wondrous anthem Beauty is in this world; it is everywhere Amid darkness, it shines royal, bright, and fair All this wonderful, stunning beauty God created for us to see To enjoy, love, remember, and that in itself is beautiful, all can agree© by Juliet Tempest
Shout About It:
Forever in Fear
Forever in Fear
Psyche looked upon her husband with lantern in hand,
Unknown her fate at hand with a startle he awoke,
Terrible her husband’s wrath,
Tearing down walls ripping their palace apart,
Sent away Psyche crying and in fear,
To a terrible fate wandering forever in fear.
© by Kory Cavedweller
Shout About It:
Poetry Contest: “Stuck”
Stuck
I am stuck
I can never be free
I have chains pinning me down
I can only be the person I am
Not the person I want to be
I’ve tried to escape
But I cannot
I’ve tried to forget
But it all comes back
I long to be Orual
But I will never be her
For I am Ungit
And that is who I will always be
I will forever be bound by the ropes of who I am
Never being who I could
© by Sami Raindrops
Shout About It:
“Psyche Stood There . . . .”
Psyche stood there
Gazing off into the distance
She never saw such beauty
The castle was huge
As she tried for a gasp of air
Nothing came in, nothing came out
Something took over her
She was paralyzed in awe
© by Gabby Salamander
Carmina ad Gloriae Dei 