Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Robert Rorabeck Poems

3401. The Transoms Of The Runways To Heaven 8/20/2010
3402. Not Just Tomorrow 8/20/2010
3403. Stealing Everything That I Prayed To Find 8/20/2010
3404. The Unexpected Notes Of Your Russet Shore 8/20/2010
3405. As The Waves Took Breath In The Tide 8/20/2010
3406. The Crepescule Of A Well Caught Picking Time 8/20/2010
3407. In Which They Once Belonged 8/22/2010
3408. For Her 8/22/2010
3409. Reading My Poetry 8/22/2010
3410. My Lovestruck Fairgrounds 8/22/2010
3411. Into Your Forgotten Mexico 8/22/2010
3412. In The Immense Daylight 8/22/2010
3413. The Accords Of Our Hollowed Earth 8/22/2010
3414. My Homeless Home 8/22/2010
3415. Just What They Deserve 8/22/2010
3416. How They Rise Again 8/22/2010
3417. The Sweet Brown Promises 8/22/2010
3418. The Leggy Stewardess In Their Warm Planes 8/23/2010
3419. The Serpent's Sin 8/23/2010
3420. The Tightening Cul-De-Sacs Of Good Times 8/23/2010
3421. The Blueing Churches 8/23/2010
3422. The Only Other Woman 8/23/2010
3423. The Misconstrued Cinder Blocks 8/23/2010
3424. The Gold Mines Of Any Other Man's Bed 8/23/2010
3425. The Waterfountains Of Repolished Hallways 8/23/2010
3426. The Unutterably Green Classes 8/23/2010
3427. So Far Into Your Mother's Language 8/23/2010
3428. The Most Uninhibited Of Rains 6/28/2010
3429. Our Father Zeus 6/28/2010
3430. That Other World 8/17/2010
3431. To The Duny Park 8/17/2010
3432. Empty As A Loveless Heart 8/17/2010
3433. Until Another Man Called You Home 8/17/2010
3434. The Seas Forgotten In You 8/17/2010
3435. On Their Soft Brown Skin 8/17/2010
3436. On The Lam 8/17/2010
3437. Beautiful And Lost Out Of Doors 8/18/2010
3438. Their Damp Brown Touch 8/18/2010
3439. The Nameless Graves 8/18/2010
3440. To Bring Them Down 8/18/2010

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

Romeo And Juliet's Wedding Vows

I will be thy chased rose and take thy name.
My heart will continue drumming its love for you the same;
And though thy mother and father mean nothing to me—
You are the sun rising over the bosom of my heart’s sea.
I will go with you hand in young hand
And be like your shadow roaming with you across the land.
In your eyes I see the myriad truths of my own soul
A kaleidoscope of sea shells in a pretty bowl—
To you, my love, I will always be true—
And that is why I say that I do—

To think that the very sun I saw last night should so ...

Read the full of Romeo And Juliet's Wedding Vows


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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