Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,308 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

5441. Underneath The Shade 4/22/2012
5442. Kissing, Crimson Shore 4/22/2012
5443. Path Of Your Uninvited Yesterdays 4/22/2012
5444. Like A Pearl In The Throat Of A Rattlesnake 4/22/2012
5445. Brown Shoulders Of A Muse 4/22/2012
5446. In The Medians Of Interstates 4/22/2012
5447. Laces To String 4/24/2012
5448. The Wounded Baseball Games 4/24/2012
5449. Passengers Of A Thousand Skeletons 4/24/2012
5450. Across The Promising Remains 4/24/2012
5451. The Browned Apiaries Of My Last Muse 4/24/2012
5452. The Hapless Giants Shed From The Movie Theatres 4/24/2012
5453. Holding Your Arms 4/24/2012
5454. The Browned Apiaries Of My Lastmuse 4/24/2012
5455. Like Yesterdays In Games Of Baseball 4/24/2012
5456. Of Evaporated Kindergartens 4/24/2012
5457. Of Our Disney World 4/27/2012
5458. Narcoleptic Magics 4/27/2012
5459. Without Any Audience 4/27/2012
5460. Stillborn Of An Echo 4/27/2012
5461. From Other Worlds 4/27/2012
5462. Alma's Fruiteria 4/27/2012
5463. Chrismas Of At Least 4/27/2012
5464. The Basking Valleys Of Its Gunfights 4/27/2012
5465. The Candles Of A Fairytale 5/1/2012
5466. The Day's Expected Cremation 5/1/2012
5467. The Dolphins, The Heavens 5/1/2012
5468. Plastic Roses 5/1/2012
5469. Illusions In The Beauty Of A Hibernating Heart 5/2/2012
5470. Like Present Underneath The Christmas Trees 5/2/2012
5471. To Cry Indoors 5/2/2012
5472. Jewelry Of Ants 5/5/2012
5473. My Heartfelt Game 5/5/2012
5474. Of Their Wish's Flame 5/5/2012
5475. Underneath A Jealous Streetlight 5/5/2012
5476. Venal Attritions 5/5/2012
5477. The Rest Of My Life 5/5/2012
5478. My Forgotten World 5/5/2012
5479. The Sea That Is Still There 5/5/2012
5480. Tree Frogs And Ant Lions 5/5/2012

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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