Best Rut Poems
Deja Vu we're here again
This well worn path we tread
It's the one that moves in circles
Why can't we go in squares instead?
We cover ground we've trod before
But never really move
We find it hard to alter course
So we slot back in our groove.
We know this path so off by heart
We could do it in our sleep
One foot in front the other
Going round and round we keep
It's hard to climb out of our rut
Looking for escape we sigh
We wish that we could sprout some wings
From this cycle we would fly
So here we are now barely moving
And stagnant we will stay
When all the while a different path
Was just a step away.
Categories:
rut, life
Form:
Quatrain
this daylight is relentless
the trees are still out there
with their ochre
with their unwavering brace
on the land, frayed
yet how I am steadfast, not
and more
I am kissing the wind
Categories:
rut, anxiety, introspection, life, mental
Form:
Free verse
Late September the hills ring with bellows
as stags roar their challenges with gusto
collecting up the does into large herds
ready to give battle to the very death.
Walkers be wary as you too are an intruder
many have been pierced by their sharp antlers
The nine pointer in his full prime paws in anger
this is his land he is master of all he peruses.
No tolerance for the young contender
they briefly spar and the youngster flees
it is not yet his time maybe in a year or two.
The master stag bellows out his triumph.
A rustle in the undergrowth, and a loud crash
heralds the arrival of another stag in his prime
they meet with a ground shaking crash of antlers
locked in mortal combat they fight for hours.
The ground ripped up and red with their blood
they struggled back and forth, neither yielding
The challenger now weakened gives ground
as with a final clash he turns and limps off.
The master roars out his victory of this day,
gathering up his does takes them to water.
It will be his sperm this year that is carried on
His fawns that will rollick and frolic the meadows
Categories:
rut, nature, september,
Form:
Personification
We’ve created life that makes us see each other indifferently
In your world, I am an intruder while in mine, you are the coarseness.
Making conflicts that are war like with little understanding of why we even came to know each other.
Wherever my element throws out to yours there comes narrowness and excess of modishness, which may at last reach such an extreme as to see evil in whole yours.
Why is it so difficult when it would have been so easy if I humble and send you the truer feelings of respect and submission? For which will this make you feel a sensation of ease and comfort wherever you may be?
If my thought and sympathy was turned entirely on another, or entirely on other interests, would you feel restless and uneasy? Though entirely ignorant that my affections had strayed in another direction more than once as evidently you have known for sure as an open book or can I say as of a child’s innocence?
That of the flow of your thought to me in the desire to entertain during our mutual hours of leisure has results to cheer and strength. The pleasure it brings have been increasing and keep on increasing as ever, making it difficult to focus on other things immediately every time we meet for longer time before I gain my focus.
Every time I gain my focus, your trumpet like voice have been a constant reminder of the truer pleasure that constantly make it difficult for me to completely move on. A husband and wife you called this from the first time we met and truly I am stuck with little knowledge of moving for it has been a deep enchantment, difficult to wake up from.
Hope not so long that I will be able to disappear before your own sight and mind, be melted away like the sun does to the stars by morning never to be touched but be of reminiscence; this is but only of dream for now, for I am stuck in the rut.
Categories:
rut, conflict, confusion, desire, emotions,
Form:
Narrative
Follow my voice make your
breath fail
Hips drive and
pump the air
Cylinder falls; choke and stall.
Fall in love
for a first kiss
A battle scar across your lips
Burning kerosene against
the thin moon
stinging, weltered
rubbing alcohol in a wound
Yoke together under simple
law
God's ugly celebration
In a bedbug rut
the thaw.
A dog with his fleas
a forest of oily pine
needles
and dark green night
silent, curled together on the floor
Categories:
rut, lost love, together,
Form:
You say it's not fair
but why are you
in this moment
in this space
now?
Choices you make
is all it is
circumstance you say
and a higher power
the devil made you do it
the decision was yours
suck it up
take it like a man
or a woman
are you here now
in leadership for
the wrong reason ?
burnt out you say
short vision
and blinkers on
is the trouble
more often than not
these days
stuck in a rut?
Categories:
rut, confusion, lost,
Form:
Free verse
A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.
Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Lucidity reminds this Alchemist,
of dreams, ink wet for keeping.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Wit serpentine, spooling a cyrisalist.
The mystic, realizing the trick
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Categories:
rut,
Form:
Cloudless western skies
Melting temperatures rise
Snakes’ rump in rut fries
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Categories:
rut, animals, nature, seasons
Form:
Haiku
I am stuck in this rut called life
Not going anywhere
People around me move forward
While I'm mired in despair
It's like swimming in a fish tank
Or walking in a cage
Where the only thing that's moving
is my increasing age
It's like running on a treadmill
In circles, going round
Weary of waiting and waiting
No change, no purpose found
I am caught in a strange quagmire
Not sinking in the slush
Nor coming out of this quicksand
Life is in no great rush
I am stuck in this rut called life
How longer should I wait?
Sometimes no answer is in sight
No rescue from this strait.
3rd April 2023
111 words
For Sotto poet's "Free submission" contest
Categories:
rut, how i feel, lost,
Form:
Quatrain
The world tells you to be different,
But teaches you to fall in line..
One brave step,
And it rushes in with dream- killing missionaries..
Ripping back the fancy curtains,
It Displays the reality lurking in the shadows..
Promising home and safety,
It dupes you into thinking survival is happiness..
And it continues its onslaught,
Over and over again..
It beats you into submission,
Until it wins!
Until the yearning to be free,
Stirring in your soul is lulled back to sleep,
With bone-chilling finality..
Categories:
rut, cheer up, how i
Form:
Free verse
It's that time again,
motivation down,
i'm left wondering,
what i'm going to do now.
Commitments have been made,
I don't really care,
I can't be bothered doing anything,
I just don't want to be here.
From time to time,
this happens to me,
I feel down and out,
it's just to hard to please.
Following the norm,
in there daily routines,
I just get sick and tired of it,
why should I conform???.
It's the story of my life,
I need time to breath,
I'm stuck in a rut,
where I don't want to be...
M.Mahauariki © 2008
Categories:
rut, life, time, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Monday, toiling hard earning a poor man's pay.
Tuesday, doing my share running a lousy factory.
Wednesday, coping with an ass-boss the whole day.
Thursday, taking home a paycheck just worth a penny.
Friday, drowning my sorrows with strangers as company.
Saturday, no time for wifey, a bad hangover flattening me.
Sunday, yet a good boy at heart down on my knees to pray!
Categories:
rut, satire
Form:
Narrative
Stuck in a rut, now baby
And I can't get out
Walkin' in circles
Wanna scream and shout
Can't stand this feelin'
Someone help me to keep breathin'
Walkin' in circles lord, I don't know why
This feelin' I can't stand, it really makes me cry
Lord, you must guide me
Tell me, what am I to do?
Go away troubles
Can't quit cryin' over you
Stuck in a rut
I just can't handle this stuff
Lord, I need a prayer
Can you help me to be tough?
Overwhelming fears
I've just had enough of this
Stuck in a rut
Categories:
rut, depression, me, me,
Form:
What is happening in the world today?
I really wish my life would change
Everyday’s exactly the same
Nothing differs in a good way
And I got no’ one else to blame
It’s like a picture in a frame
Just a pawn in god’s game
I was given this life I didn’t make it
To have to put up with all this
Eventually blows your head to bits
Not to mention a relationship
Great at the time, chuffed to bits
But messed up when you split
We’re all waiting for that big break
An opportunity for us to take
A lottery win, “wakey wake”
Stuck in a life that you love to hate
We’re running out of time for god’s sake!
Crumbling away like a Cadbury’s flake
To be rich with lots of money
How wonderful could it be?
Places to go things to see
Multiply your friends by three
But would it make you really happy?
Well it would help me
I can’t even afford to go out
Can’t afford a pint of stout
I sometimes want to scream and shout
I sometimes ask what’s it all about?
Categories:
rut, anxiety, blue, depression, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
society is tripping
they got new sport suits for the latest trend
my mind is scrambling like ham in eggs
Bust a nut in a rut some time before
many are tripping out with a two bit whore
people are people so why should it be
you & I live together so awfully
I want to scream but I got hoop dreams
Comb over Trump is president but he hasn't made a dent
we got some screws loose in our brains
not having the television clicker in hand is driving me insane
it used to mean something to hold open a door
but that was so 1974 it don't exist anymore
we still got flower power but it takes place in the shower
we honor the dead with mixed messages in our head
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
the casualties are enormous
for a stated cause that's atrocious
so I build this sanctuary in my mind & no I'm not blind
you really suck the nation is going to hell but
I still got a great story to tell
a winner is still another loser that falls but gets up & gives it one last try..
What is my last reply ?
we all need to grow & shut the hell up !
Categories:
rut, appreciation, art,
Form:
Free verse