Ima Ryma

Ima Ryma Poems

1801. Caddisfly 2/25/2013
1802. Special Olympics Inspire 5/17/2013
1803. Hindenburg 12/14/2012
1804. Myth Of Chupacabra 1/7/2014
1805. Marriage Means...? 8/24/2013
1806. Racism Acquired 5/27/2014
1807. School Prayer 2/28/2013
1808. Soccer No Sale 8/7/2014
1809. Jumping Spider 10/8/2014
1810. How Not To Play War 1/28/2015
1811. Bibliophile 2/4/2013
1812. I Sonnet You 1/23/2014
1813. Joey - Lincoln Park Zoo 12/8/2013
1814. Navajo Code Talkers 11/14/2010
1815. One Last Gift 1/8/2013
1816. Bunch Crunch 7/9/2014
1817. Iraq In History 8/2/2014
1818. Wetfree Beaver 1/21/2015
1819. Olive 12/30/2017
1820. Wisdom Bird 1/8/2016
1821. Penguins And Planes 8/14/2013
1822. Eviction Notice 5/16/2014
1823. Cuban Missile Crisis 2/16/2013
1824. School Spirit 1/1/2013
1825. Late Date 1/11/2008
1826. Flying Carpet Of Solomon 2/25/2015
1827. The Leaning Tower 8/31/2011
1828. The Necklace 10/25/2007
1829. Cold Turkey Or Else 10/30/2007
1830. Selfie 1/18/2014
1831. Seal Whiskers 3/17/2015
1832. Dad's Touch 10/20/2007
1833. A Dog Of Few Words 10/18/2007

Comments about Ima Ryma

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

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

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

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

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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