Ima Ryma


Sonneteer - Poem by Ima Ryma

Ima Ryma, all things, all time.
Ima Ryma, the good, the bad,
The ugly, the beauty in rhyme.
Sonnets - some happy and some sad,
And sonnets - some to send a scare,
And sonnets - some a mad to make,
And sonnets - some a laugh to share,
And sonnets - some a heart to ache.
So many sonnets - some fatigue,
Some say Ima Ryma - enough.
Not in the Shakespeare, Spencer league,
But some are diamonds in the rough.

For each new day and each new year,
Ima Ryma, a sonneteer.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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