Robert Rorabeck

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

Robert Rorabeck Poems

3201. Beneath My Trespassing Overpass 7/29/2010
3202. Like The Transoms Of Two Airplanes 7/29/2010
3203. Before It Has To Again Diminish 7/29/2010
3204. To Again Diminish 7/29/2010
3205. Singing For You 8/1/2010
3206. The Song Birds Going Down Into The Mine 8/1/2010
3207. The Favorite Colors You Avoid 8/1/2010
3208. My Vagabonding Heart 8/1/2010
3209. From Their Long Darkness 8/1/2010
3210. For A Chance To Be Petted 8/1/2010
3211. Their Scents Of Unrequited Reason 8/1/2010
3212. The Endless And Inevitable Night 8/1/2010
3213. Of Cloudless Days 8/1/2010
3214. Nevermore 8/1/2010
3215. Even If They Cannot Fathom Me 8/1/2010
3216. The Planets We Cannot Touch 8/1/2010
3217. Many Countries More 8/2/2010
3218. The Painfully Life Giving Qualities 8/2/2010
3219. The Finality Of Forlorn Migrations 8/2/2010
3220. Each Of Our Mutual Wishes 8/2/2010
3221. Paying Cash 8/2/2010
3222. Like Candles Are Held Up To Wishes 8/2/2010
3223. In Their Grottos Of Carports 8/3/2010
3224. The Remains Of Your Stolen Ribs 8/3/2010
3225. Like The Cartoon Leaving The Eyes Of A Kindergartener 8/3/2010
3226. The Cats Sunning There' 8/3/2010
3227. The Cats Sunning There 8/3/2010
3228. The First Honeys Of Our Children' 8/3/2010
3229. The First Honeys Of Our Children 8/3/2010
3230. The Color Of Your Eyes 8/3/2010
3231. Your Heavens 8/3/2010
3232. Finding Warmth In The Darkness 8/3/2010
3233. Tomorrow And Tomorrow 8/3/2010
3234. From Your Sun Browned Orchards 8/3/2010
3235. The Way It Is 8/4/2010
3236. Through Those Infinite Heavens 8/4/2010
3237. Her Dry And Ceasing World 8/4/2010
3238. Of Us Coming Together 8/4/2010
3239. Over The Featureless Graveyards 8/4/2010
3240. The Chattel Of Her Missionless Love 8/4/2010

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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