Lori Boulard


Lori Boulard Poems

1. Out Walking 9/15/2005
2. Uninspired 9/15/2005
3. Rhythms 7/31/2006
4. The Death Of Poetry 9/17/2006
5. 05 Class Reunion 9/17/2006
6. 03 Campfire Dancing 12/9/2006
7. Soup To Nuts 12/22/2006
8. Come January 12/31/2006
9. 0005 Natural Disasters 10/12/2008
10. Playful 9/15/2005
11. Nanny's House 5/31/2006
12. Down The Hatch 6/1/2006
13. A Seemingly Normal Friday Afternoon 2/24/2006
14. Cat's Eye 3/14/2006
15. Tap Dancing With My Tongue 5/19/2006
16. Life Outside The Box 10/26/2005
17. Carnival Ii - Merry Go Round 1/1/2006
18. Impressions Of Midnight 10/17/2005
19. The Difference Between Us And Them 10/11/2006
20. Each Day Is A Gift (Haiku) 6/20/2006
21. Intersection Of Radios At A Red Light 10/26/2006
22. Pottery 10/24/2005
23. 001 An Old Mother's Wash 10/13/2006
24. 002 Footprints 10/26/2006
25. Fool To Consider Me Beautiful 8/17/2006
26. Poets - Gathering The Crumbs 7/7/2006
27. Poets - Why They Smile 7/7/2006
28. Done For 10/14/2005
29. 0001 Punks 10/12/2008
30. 0002 Sleeping Under Stars (1) 2/23/2008
31. Stratosphere 1/2/2006
32. Wanderlust 9/24/2005
33. Bamboo 9/15/2005
34. 08 Chasing Vanity 8/9/2006
35. Child Of Genius 8/9/2006
36. 008 Reading Rumi 1/12/2007
37. 0004 Chloe's Stories 2/23/2008
38. Carnival I - Funhouse 1/1/2006
39. Coma Victim Becomes Writer Of Children's Books 11/1/2005
40. First Born 11/4/2005

Comments about Lori Boulard

  • Max Reif (11/15/2005 8:00:00 AM)

    Dear Lori, I look forward to wit, passion, and often wisdom when I see that a new poem of yours has come over. Yours are among the most telegraphic I read-I almost always 'get' them immediately, which is not at all to say they're superficial-they're not. Just communicative!

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Best Poem of Lori Boulard

A Lullaby

you exhaust me
your curiosity frustrating
I wish I could hold your energy
just enough in a bottle
maybe one dropp for me
just to catch up to you

I’d tuck it away
until someday
when you may
need a little extra
less that one drop
selfish?
perhaps
but I’d die for you
selfish?
not this time
for loving you means
I’ll lose you too someday
one way or another
but for now
sleep, my angel
sweet dreams

Read the full of A Lullaby

Not Another Smoking Poem

Sunk in my seat in a meeting at 3,
in a chair better suited for interrogation,
I officially sign off my attention
and jump visually out the window.
I spot smokers lingering below, and envy them
as a child watching fresh falling snow
from an overheated classroom.

Just one drag, I dream, to reassemble my parts.