Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,195 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

2201. Plastic Cowboys 2/8/2010
2202. Your Glorious Perfumes 2/8/2010
2203. The Truths 2/8/2010
2204. Infinite Grave 2/8/2010
2205. By Your Very Flame 2/8/2010
2206. Cannibalistic Daylight 2/10/2010
2207. The Money In The World 2/10/2010
2208. Of Its Dusky Mercury 2/10/2010
2209. Not Ever Will Be 2/10/2010
2210. Listen To The Mausoleums Grow 2/10/2010
2211. My Song Of Songs 2/10/2010
2212. Where She Belongs 2/10/2010
2213. The Hardest Time Remembering Who I Am 2/10/2010
2214. Our Kindred Obsession 2/10/2010
2215. The Endless Shell Rock Road 2/11/2010
2216. The Hundred Proof Blueness 2/11/2010
2217. With Her Eyes Closed Or Her Eyes Opened 2/11/2010
2218. Under Another Silly Moon 2/11/2010
2219. In The Rainstorms Of Wonderful Valentines 2/11/2010
2220. Like A Famished Stage 2/13/2010
2221. Seemed As Well To Glean 2/13/2010
2222. Until She Thinks To Look At Me 2/13/2010
2223. Just About Everything It Ever Saw 2/14/2010
2224. The Metamorphosis Which Sets In The West 2/15/2010
2225. Mistaken 2/15/2010
2226. What I Suppose Doesn'T Have To Be Real 2/15/2010
2227. That Awful Bird 2/15/2010
2228. What I Am Looking For 2/15/2010
2229. The Little Things That Can Almost Kill 2/15/2010
2230. Into Another Far Off And Lycanthropic Night 2/15/2010
2231. Just Some More Thoughts 2/15/2010
2232. Of Baseball Players And Really Lucky Genies 2/15/2010
2233. The Fake Diamond Tabernacles Of Being Your Friend 2/15/2010
2234. The Cats In The Cinderblocks Cleaning Their Young 2/15/2010
2235. In A Deeply Sated Creche Against The Eves 2/15/2010
2236. The Muse Of My 2/15/2010
2237. The Muse Of My Eternal Stories 2/15/2010
2238. The Feeling Of My Sound 2/15/2010
2239. My Inescapable Of Tomorrows 2/15/2010
2240. The Rest Of My Days 2/16/2010

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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