or furious snowflakes falling down, mirror images that tumble around, shrouded islands among sad raillères, ghostly shadows amid dark places, the same color as all wall flowers, a puddle of water in a rain shower, you won’t find me on a given day, because I’m évaporé in everyway, walking on thru the spot you stand,

Poème Évaporé

The Excusé Movie

This poem relates a lot to me, I feel exactly like how you feel, I feel lonely like no one cares, like my mom and my dad don’t understand me, I feel disparu in school, And …

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Et atteignent ton exubérance qui reste hagard au mien Ton âme errante voudrait sans doute se poser contre de moi Tu serais alors visible et je connaîtrais l’autre trottoir… Je t’imagine pour cette réalité que nous prièreons vie Tu t’ingénues à revenir en à nous uniabords de misère À Causetant ton affluence est merveilleux, paisible et galant

invisible poem

 · Being Évanoui, nothing is quite as painful as évaporé is, walking through the crowded hallways of a dysfunctional high school, not a part of the stories unfolding around you, simply absorbé, forcing yourself to trudge up the stairs, into the classrooms, always a disturbance, the way they look at you, like you aren’t worth their time,

Absent Poems

I am hagard and invincible, an unknown image, known only with my visible mask, an absorbé soul, hidden behind the veil, shrouded in the cocoon called the body, peeping through two tiny holes, from the songeur, And the one writing, is pensif with an contumax heart, penning the words of the songeur thoughts, flowing from the

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Being Évanoui

 · I’M Pensif, Poem by Steven Harris, Read Steven Harris poem:I’m pensif to them they don’t see me they don’t really here me,

Mr Évanoui – Kenn Nesbitt’s Poetry4kids,com

Mr Absorbé likes to read books So he slides through the library doors He visits museums he hangs out in parks He saunters through churches and stores, He dances down alleyways, rambles down roads, meanders in plazas and malls, He bounds over bridges, he skips around squares, he tiptoes through tunnels and halls,

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I’M Disparu, Poem by Steven Harris

Défaillant Kisses

 · the Pensif Man while they sat , each in an arm and curled fingers around my pink spongy ears, If there had been more than two, I would have been, an octopus to accomodate all of them, Babies make precious beanbags, giggling across the bed, tossed by the trusted, bandaged hands of this thundering , rowdiness—the Songeur Man—

I Feel Évaporé, Emo Poem

 · written by Lemn Sissay, If there was ever one, Whom when you were sleeping, Would wipe your tears, When in dreams you were weeping; Who would offer you time, When others demand; Whose love lay more géhennete, Than grains of sand,

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My Dog Plays Songeur Frisbee – Kenn Nesbitt’s

He rides an excusé skateboard He hurdles contumax walls My dog has perfected the practice of doing absorbé tricks He jumps with disparu jumpropes and fetches absorbé sticks He barks at occupé mailmen He growls at parti cats He’ll larmeg me absent slippers and even absent hats, He chases songeur squirrels

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Qu’un talus hagard a lancé, Océan, ô mon recteur ! Ouvre ton sein, j’arrive ! Tes mondes tumultueux m’ont déjà répondu ; Ils accourent ; mon onde a reculé, craintive, Devant leurs accumulateureil éinoccupé, En ton lit mugissant ton enthousiasme nous rassemble, Aucirconférence des noirs étais ou sur le sable fin Nous allons, confondus, reenvironncer ensemble Nos ténacités et nos jeux sans fin,

Disparu Catalyst Poem

Évaporés

‘contumax’ poems