Ima Ryma


Ima Ryma Poems

1841. Jumping Spider 10/8/2014
1842. How Not To Play War 1/28/2015
1843. Bibliophile 2/4/2013
1844. I Sonnet You 1/23/2014
1845. Joey - Lincoln Park Zoo 12/8/2013
1846. Navajo Code Talkers 11/14/2010
1847. One Last Gift 1/8/2013
1848. Wetfree Beaver 1/21/2015
1849. Iraq In History 8/2/2014
1850. Bunch Crunch 7/9/2014
1851. Color Me Pink - Lincoln Park Zoo 2/19/2018
1852. Wisdom Bird 1/8/2016
1853. Olive 12/30/2017
1854. Penguins And Planes 8/14/2013
1855. Eviction Notice 5/16/2014
1856. The Necklace 10/25/2007
1857. Cuban Missile Crisis 2/16/2013
1858. School Spirit 1/1/2013
1859. Late Date 1/11/2008
1860. Flying Carpet Of Solomon 2/25/2015
1861. Cold Turkey Or Else 10/30/2007
1862. Selfie 1/18/2014
1863. Seal Whiskers 3/17/2015
1864. Dad's Touch 10/20/2007
1865. A Dog Of Few Words 10/18/2007

Comments about Ima Ryma

  • Anna B. (6/29/2018 7:10:00 PM)

    Irma, may I have permission to use your Sink Hole Poem for a children's trail in a State Park?

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  • Akhtar Jawad Akhtar Jawad (8/16/2015 5:00:00 AM)

    Ima Ryma writes heart touching poems. She is always impressive.

  • Andrew hubert Figrade (10/23/2007 9:39:00 AM)

    Ima
    you've entered this forum like a breath of fresh air. like your poems immensely.look forward to more of your pearls.
    thanks
    andrew

Best Poem of Ima Ryma

A Dog Of Few Words

A clerk said, 'Next in line - this way.'
A dog spoke up, 'I guess I am.'
'What can we do for you today? '
'I want to send a telegram.'
The clerk handed the dog a note.
'You'll have to write it out somehow.'
The dog took pen in teeth and wrote,
'Bow wow wow, bow wow wow, bow wow.'
The clerk read what the dog had penned.
'One to ten words have the same fees.'
'There's eight words now, so you can send'
'Another 'bow wow' if you please.'

'No, ' the dog said, 'Just between us, '
'One more would sound ridiculous.'

Read the full of A Dog Of Few Words

Mystery Tree

The old dead tree stood on a hill,
An ugliness of jagged rot,
In looming form so dark and still
Against the sun - a lonely blot.
My folks had told me not to play
Around that tree; and so of course
I headed for it right away,
Drawn by its mysterious force.
There was an urge I would not stop.

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