Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

4121. When I Take Walks With My Mother 8/18/2007
4122. Stones 4/14/2011
4123. The Crowds Of Crowds 4/14/2011
4124. In The Sunshine Again 4/14/2011
4125. Secret Of Grottos 4/14/2011
4126. Just As It Seems 4/14/2011
4127. The Day Is Make Believe 4/23/2011
4128. What They Were Never Meant To Explore 4/23/2011
4129. More And More 4/23/2011
4130. The Promises Who Have Fallen From The Sky 4/23/2011
4131. The Woods They'Ve Never Known 4/23/2011
4132. Lips Of Chaos 11/11/2007
4133. Loneliness Is A Refuge 11/12/2007
4134. The Harmony Of My Parents Feet 4/27/2011
4135. The Middle Of My Little Neighborhood 4/27/2011
4136. The Silky Fathoms Of Another Unfolding Story 4/27/2011
4137. The Pools Of Her Brown Eyes 4/27/2011
4138. Looking Away As They Do 4/27/2011
4139. Out Of The Sky 4/27/2011
4140. In The Yard I Knew As A Young Man 4/27/2011
4141. The Cenotaphs 4/27/2011
4142. The Orchards Of Apple Trees 4/27/2011
4143. In The Heavens 4/27/2011
4144. Neighboring Heavens 4/30/2011
4145. The Make Believe Promises 4/30/2011
4146. Page That Is Just Now Turning 4/30/2011
4147. Into A Whole Other World 4/30/2011
4148. Kisses Of Very, Very Different Kinds 4/30/2011
4149. Fireworks Again 4/30/2011
4150. Cake Delivery 4/30/2011
4151. Long Abandoned Muse 4/30/2011
4152. Goldfish Of All Of Their Tomorrows 4/30/2011
4153. The Wishes That Never Was 4/30/2011
4154. Piling Up Their Roses 4/30/2011
4155. The Children Of These Things 5/3/2011
4156. The Delinquent Heiresses 5/3/2011
4157. The Airplanes Brush The Meadows 5/3/2011
4158. The Windows Of Concrete 5/3/2011
4159. For More Important Things 5/3/2011
4160. The Honeydew Of The Moon 4/14/2011

Comments about Robert Rorabeck

  • Z. M. Wise Z. M. Wise (4/23/2015 12:03:00 AM)

    From what minescule fragments of a stockpile of poetic brilliance, I am completely blown away by Mr. Rorabeck's work. From his style and influences to his timing, rhythm, etc...I hope he never ceases this archaic and timeless craft. POETRY LIVES! !

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  • Justin Reamer Justin Reamer (5/17/2012 12:41:00 PM)

    I believe Bret is a very good poet. He seems to know what it takes to be a good poet. His rime and rhythm is evenly matched, and he knows how to convey his message in his poem. His poetry is flowing and soothing to the ear. He is one of the best modern poets on this site.

  • Peter O'Brien (9/18/2011 1:53:00 PM)

    A lovely selection of poems! The silver & gold of of famous wordsmiths - Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Lorca, Whitman & others! 'These fragment have I shored against my ruin...'. thanks

  • Jim Troy (8/10/2011 5:56:00 AM)

    I have read just one and had to leave my applause.
    Gratefully looking forward, the honor to read more of your great works........Jim Troy

  • Jenda Lecroy (4/14/2010 9:14:00 PM)

    A true poet. Old soul, new life.

  • Virginie Guillemette (3/6/2008 1:41:00 PM)

    i really enjoy your work...i feel the sense of time given your words, as if you choose them as one chooses the ripest cherries in the pile. clever and from an honest place.

Best Poem of Robert Rorabeck

A Flower In The Rain

I want to fall on you like rain
upon a wildflower
Opening new reason from you
Scaring all the old bees away from
Pollinating your bed
Scaring all the fake men off who
Can only stand the sun
So it’s just me and you in the
The rabbits in the hole
The grasses are wet and beginning to bow
The forest is damp and sleepy
And in the meadow
I bend down and kiss your petals wetly
Falling all over you
Letting your pistil slip into my mouth
Sucking off your honey,
Almost plucking you
But not going so far
Just pulling you so that you can ...

Read the full of A Flower In The Rain


In bed with the early morning shadows
bleeding the night into another killing
where glorious colors like afterbirth flows
in nebular jets into the horizon’s bowl,
revealed, I have the presentiment that my
life will fail, and rising against my Northern
dreams, I secede against their human impulse
of hope, and the cities inside me scream,
“You will never have her. She will never love you! ”

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