Gary McDonald : Writing

If Your Heart Were A Harp

If Your Heart Were A Harp

A Poem by Gary McDonald


If your heart were a harp and I could playonly the softest melodies would you hear todayaccompanied by my soul's choir like voicetogether we do make a..
A Cheek

A Cheek

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Such a cheek could be a symphonyfilled with strings of radiant colourand bass of boundless beautywhose reddish hue, of rose and flowerstretches border..
Bitter It Was

Bitter It Was

A Poem by Gary McDonald


"Bitter it was" she said to mebitter as these waves belapping on those rocks belowto and fro, to and fro.Sudden was the calming breezethat carried her..
My Love For Thee

My Love For Thee

A Poem by Gary McDonald


To see with her eyes of tenderis to smile with lips of graceas one hair's curl upon ear's behinddoes put fair wisdom to shade.A velvet soaked canvas i..
I Found A Girl Weeping On My Floor

I Found A Girl Weeping On My Floor

A Poem by Gary McDonald


I found a girl weeping on my floora dress of frayed edges, burnt to ashbarely covering her taut skin, so rawshe saw me as I entered, footsteps on my f..
This Stony Road Outisde My House

This Stony Road Outisde My House

A Poem by Gary McDonald


A canopy of trees, a carpet of leavesthis stony road outside my houseno cars or men have ever seenbut still this road is never cleanfull of shadows, h..
A Work Of Art

A Work Of Art

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Don't tell me lies, I can feel you lyinglook in my eyes, just as I'm dyingtaste my tears, when it is you who is cryinggrasp my hand, I'll take you fly..
If Memories Could Kill

If Memories Could Kill

A Poem by Gary McDonald


A self-inflicted orgasm of guilterupts through the valley of her facemy eyes wash the heavenly stitched silkjust obscured by time's steel cage.This me..
Love's Last Lie

Love's Last Lie

A Poem by Gary McDonald


Love is agony and depressiona road most misleading in it's endawaiting soul's final concessionfrom a broken heart that won't mend.Love is Insomnia and..
I Don't Want To Move On

I Don't Want To Move On

A Poem by Gary McDonald


She is the Earth I walk to find herthe tear that floods my soulloving her was hard, missing is torture.My pillow has lost my Insomnia's curenights hav..