Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,196 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

2921. Through The Windows Of Our Life's House 5/16/2010
2922. The Wheeling Transoms 5/16/2010
2923. To Settle My Body And Cry At Your Coquina Doorstep 5/16/2010
2924. As I Dream 5/16/2010
2925. Like A Soul For Its Home 5/16/2010
2926. In Vermilion Accolades 5/16/2010
2927. The Only Thing That Will Ever Lie Buried 5/16/2010
2928. The Lindas In Your Eyes 5/16/2010
2929. The Wash Basins Of Your Other World 5/16/2010
2930. Even Higher 5/16/2010
2931. Their Homeless Tears 5/16/2010
2932. This Envious Sky 5/16/2010
2933. The Forest Fires Beamed From Her Eyes 5/16/2010
2934. Such A Virtuous House 5/16/2010
2935. Waiting For The Rain 5/18/2010
2936. Verdant Though Killjoy Stars 5/18/2010
2937. Come Another Wonderful Morning 5/18/2010
2938. That It Was Mine 5/18/2010
2939. If You Were Mine To Marry 5/18/2010
2940. Everything That I Need 5/18/2010
2941. The Rattlesnakes Always Lay In Wait And Smoking 5/18/2010
2942. If You Are Around 5/18/2010
2943. The Indestinguishable Powerlines In Your Eyes 5/18/2010
2944. That Illusion 5/18/2010
2945. That I Don'T Suppose 5/18/2010
2946. Your Pretty Things 5/18/2010
2947. The Forests Of The Sweetest Youngest Day 5/20/2010
2948. Through The Forests Of The Sweetest Youngest Day 5/22/2010
2949. In Her Favorite Color Of Gods 5/22/2010
2950. The Only Instances That Let Me Live 5/22/2010
2951. The High Schools Of A Fertile Yesterday 5/22/2010
2952. Brand New Home 5/22/2010
2953. Even As It Flies 5/22/2010
2954. The Heralded Cities 5/22/2010
2955. Oh, Hell 5/22/2010
2956. My Reptilian And Jet Engine Way 5/22/2010
2957. The Kilns Of Our Young And Unmolested Offspring 5/22/2010
2958. Keeping To The Jungles 5/24/2010
2959. The Sounds Of Woe 5/24/2010
2960. The Names For Her Prayers 5/25/2010

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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