IV

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from mountains?
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some sailor!Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!


hey guys this is karlie:
i like this poem it talks of the morning i dont know i just love morning poems by emily  and if you watched the video im NOT asian!! Thanks for taking ya'lls time in reading this please keep following our post if you already are :):)

Video 2

So this video's a little better. Let's all avoid how terrible Darian looks on camera (I'm still working on it...). Enjoy!

Poet of the Month: Emily Dickinson

VI. (No Title)

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.


Darian here,
     Since Karlie stole my 2nd favorite poem last post...I picked another one of my favorites :) I chose this one because of it's selflessness. If everyone would live life with the same mindset as Emily had when she wrote this poem, there would never be anyone hurting in need of being comforted. Our primary thought when we wake up each morning should be "How can I help someone who needs it today?" Just think of the people that could be reached out to...the kid with no parents being shuttled from home to home, never really belonging anywhere. The insecure teenage girl searching to be loved by someone, but always being left alone. The mother that prayed so hard for so long, but lost her baby in the end...Everyone can use some love. Be selfless and prefer others above yourself. You'll be glad you did :)

Poet of the month:Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


hey this is karlie;
i LOVE this poem. The bird is beautiful and its song. And yet the bird asked for nothing for its music. i hope ya'll like this poem as much as me :):)

Video 1

First video post. Yeah it's bad but it'll get better soon :) Leave us your comments!

****We plan on having a video uploaded every Wednesday night after church because that's the only time we're together long enough to do it...in honor of Thanksgiving, however, we more than likely won't have on this Thursday because we'll be busy doing Thanksgiving Day stuff. 

Poet of the Month: Emily Dickinson

Real

I like a look of agony,

Because I know it's true;

Men do not sham convulsion,

Nor stimulate the throe.

The eyes glaze once, and that is 

death. 

Impossible to feign

The beads upon the forehead

By homely anguish strung.

Darian here. I chose this poem as the first of our many because of the truth that is so blunt in it. Who likes a hypocrite? Nobody. People can pretend all day that they're something they're not but it doesn't change the truth behind who they really are. Emily grasped this better than most people today and captured her feelings in this poem. To her, she'd rather see someone in agony or heartbreak because as emotional as humans are, there is no way to fake either of those emotions. She, herself, was the object of many "unreal" people throughout her life and could undoubtedly pin-point them from a mile away. So just think before you put up a front or try to be something you're not. The impact you can make in the world as yourself will be far greater than the failures you receive if you're not. Be REAL :)

The Beginning

Darian here,
     To the people who just-so-happened to stumble upon our blog, thank you. We're honored you've decided to check us out. We've never had a blog before so bear with us while we work out the kinks..we LOVE poetry and feel that sometimes it's under appreciated. The primary purpose of Mangled Friends is to re-kindle the love for poetry and to make the analysis of it fun. Granted, we're young and naive and have extremely busy schedules but we want our blog readers to be just as infatuated with deep, real, inspiring, poetry as we are. We'll have a poem a day that we'll analyze (I hate that word...it sounds so...school-ish...) and a video every Thursday. If anyone has any tips for us on ways to make Mangled Friends better, leave a comment. We're totally open to suggestions :)

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

     T.S. Elliot