Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

1361. Sophie Scholl 9/7/2009
1362. The Water Parks Of Pure Happenstance 9/7/2009
1363. Flights Of Leafless Fancy 9/7/2009
1364. Vast Prairies Of Sleepwalking Thieves 9/8/2009
1365. The Roof Of The House Again 9/8/2009
1366. Girls Who Kissed Me Long Before Her 9/8/2009
1367. Settling Down To Sleep 9/8/2009
1368. Welcome To Early Morning Preschool 9/10/2009
1369. To Buy Your Ghost 9/12/2009
1370. Of Who Fed The Lions 9/12/2009
1371. Just Fine 9/12/2009
1372. The Best Men Die Where The Best Ghosts Live 9/14/2009
1373. Like A False Arrow 9/15/2009
1374. With The Sun Going Down With Nowhere To Go 9/15/2009
1375. The Only Thing That Is Different 9/16/2009
1376. In Her Vast And Burnished Soul 9/16/2009
1377. Haunted By Astronauts 9/16/2009
1378. The Ugly Trees 9/16/2009
1379. My Poem To Her 9/16/2009
1380. Climaxing The Rhyme 9/16/2009
1381. Daydreaming Of All Your Dark-Eyed Welshmen 9/16/2009
1382. The Autoeroticism Of Shameless Starfish 9/16/2009
1383. What Escapes The Land Of Silence And Darkness 9/16/2009
1384. Neither Handsome Nor Romantic 9/16/2009
1385. Exhausted Hood 9/16/2009
1386. Without The Ice-Cream's Romance 9/17/2009
1387. Something Vacillating Just Out Of The Four Corners Of Their Sight 9/17/2009
1388. To Invite Her Heartbeat Home 9/17/2009
1389. The Airplane's Heartbeat 9/17/2009
1390. The Aphorisms Of The Damned 9/12/2009
1391. Finishing Migrations 9/12/2009
1392. Far From Reality's Home 9/13/2009
1393. Draft Dodgers Of Midnight 9/13/2009
1394. Forever Hers 9/13/2009
1395. I Will 9/13/2009
1396. Underneath The Canons Of The Lord 9/13/2009
1397. The Rosy Caracoles Of Her Haunting Symmetries 9/18/2009
1398. All I Wanted 9/18/2009
1399. Deep Beneath The Untrustworthy Sea 9/18/2009
1400. The Hypothesis Of A Windchime On A Battleship Sunk In The War 9/18/2009

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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