Best Truant Poems

 I saw truant clouds wading through late evening sky. 
With sunset, they got dyed in varying shades,
Forming into configurations of differing shape and size!...

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I ride freely in respite with what this blissful month serves
Like truant in yoga, forgetting all wonga and being wonk
That I may enjoy a long...

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Think of me as the eyes of late nightfall
crawling through a wafting sill
where lone moon cuddles dimmed glow
before she quietly slowly lays
herself on a cradle...

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People in my school have names for someone like me.
    Freak, crazy, weirdo, a spawn by the devil's decree.
   ...

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Yesterday I caught the drift of a word
Almost at the end of Dr. Ram?s words
That I had it all, three in one, with music and...

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Oh Lord, I am selfish but no fish I sell
A true believer I am though I’m an outlaw,
I’m your truant Christian;
Every day, I fear to...

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In the wee hours of a cool autumn night,
They were roused from sleep by a loud knock.
They feared it would be some bandits,
Trying to get...

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She stands there in knickers,
A cap on her head,
Looking tomboyish, truant and tough
And a cigarette dangles
From unsmiling lips
To warn all she’s not taking their guff.

It’s...

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A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I,
Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out,
Wizened by time, she knows that...

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Her comely cheeks - a blush of pink,
where yesterday, there bloomed a rose - 
demure though proud, the morning light 
reprised the births each day...

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Oh Lord, I know you know I have been thanking you a lot lately
But today I want to pray
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Almighty Lord
You know me and you know...

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Twas the night before my cousin's 
wedding
He reluctantly gave in to the 
bachelor party vetting
A burlesque, tawdry strip club was 
the setting
Unbeknownst to him, the...

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They called it school
I called it hell 
From the huge imposing prison like doors
To the doom like toll of the bell
Everyday the same
Running for the...

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How could the weather forecast not tantalize me
To play truant on the eve of Miss Gaybird’s test?
The river would be an invitation the next day
To...

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When I was young I hated school;
in playing truant saw no harm.
How could I throw away the fun
which I enjoyed on grandpa’s farm?

My mum was...

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