My name is Concetta Neville. I wrote my first poem when I was 15 years old. I'm now 25 years old and still love reading poetry and writing a poem now and again. I have not been on here lately, but I'm going to be trying to stay active on this site by contributing a poem as often as I can. I've had a lot of incomplete poems sitting for a while now that I haven't gotten around to finishing. Those ... more »
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Concetta Neville Poems
A Game Of Make Believe
A game where people turn there backs, and trust that you don’t cheat. A game where people do not brag, when they know they have you beat. A game where no one gets upset, if there the one’s who lose. A game where no one say’s that their the ones to make the rules.
A Love So Strong
There’s a love in your eyes that is hard to believe. But still it is there, and it captivates me. A love so, so deep it has reached to my soul. And only with you do I feel like I’m whole.
I’m not afraid to speak my mind. Or share my every thought. I’m not afraid, and will not hide. No matter what the cost.
They would laugh, they would point, they would hurt and would tease. They would do this all, and more to me. They would make up things that weren’t true. They would make me look the biggest fool.
torn by a choice that should never be made. Why must they choose between silence or hate? Ignore all their insults or choose to fight back? This is our world that is clearly off track.
This is what I long for; The moments when you're near. I hear a knock upon the door, And go to see who's there.
Many have tried to revive me. Many have tried to succeed. I’ll give you advice, so you’ll see, There’s no way that I could be free.
Like A Star In Mornings Light
I wake up bright and early. I walk outside and look. I look up, up into the sky. A star shines bright. My eyes are hooked.
In moments like these, I don’t know what to do. Why is it so hard to not think of you? I’ve collected my reasons, but none are for sure. You gave me a little, but I wanted more.
Beauty And Beast
Beauty surrounds you. Why hide in the dark? They don’t see the truth. No, they just see the scars.
Sickness, pure sickness. It’s what I now feel. Why did I listen? Oh why did I deal.?
Hollow eye’s of pure deceit. I can’t believe you lied to me. One day you’ll see that you were wrong. But by that time I will be gone.
Darkness descends in the pit of my soul. Nothing is left, but an empty black hole. My body’s protected by armor unseen. Keeping the light from the heart underneath.
No matter how I do the math, the answers still the same. 1+0=1, and that will never change. I lost my chance at finding love, that day I said goodbye. Though I didn’t it know it than, I loved you more than life.
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A Game Of Make Believe
A game where people turn there backs, and trust that you don’t cheat.
A game where people do not brag, when they know they have you beat.
A game where no one gets upset, if there the one’s who lose.
A game where no one say’s that their the ones to make the rules.
A game where there’s no first or last, there’s only in between.
A game where people say the words there most afraid to speak.
A game where there’s no wrong or right, there only is a choice.
A game where someone really shy, could speak and hear there voice.
Perhaps this game dose not exist. Perhaps it’s hard to ...