Christian Tobechukwu Okafor

Rookie - 70 Points (September 4,1987 / Nnewi, Anambra State, Nigeria.)

Christian Tobechukwu Okafor Poems

1. If Life's A Dream! 10/22/2012
2. Elergy For A Dreamy Life! 10/22/2012
3. The Truth! 10/22/2012
4. Letter To My Tree 10/22/2012
5. Tribute To Our Fathers 10/22/2012
6. Happy Birthday! 10/22/2012
7. Hail, Oh Masquerades! 10/22/2012
8. Light In The Horizon 10/23/2012
9. Letter To My Eve (Part 1) 10/23/2012
10. What A Mystery Night! 10/23/2012
11. A Form With No Form (Poem On Nigeria's Flood 2012) 10/23/2012
12. A Journey With Love 11/25/2012
13. The World's Delight 12/12/2012
14. Before A White Bonfire (New Year Poem) 12/19/2012
15. Letter To My Rose (Part 2) 2/15/2013
16. Kidnapped Lady Justice 2/21/2013
17. Letter To My Rose (Part 3) 3/14/2013
18. Letter To My Rose (Part 4) 3/14/2013
19. Oh, Dearest Mother! 3/14/2013
20. On This Stage 4/27/2013
21. Family Of God On Mission Anthem 4/27/2013
22. Living With A Stranger 5/21/2013
23. Life From The Matrix 9/5/2013
24. Letter To My Rose (Part 5) 9/5/2013
25. Justice On Sabbatical 11/3/2013
26. Déjà Vu 11/3/2013
27. Our Green Hope 10/1/2014
28. Letter To My Eve (Part 2) 10/1/2014
29. My Shut Door 10/17/2014
30. My Muse 1/9/2015
31. My Phoenix Self 1/9/2015
32. The White Lily Of Heaven (Part 2) 1/9/2015
33. The White Lily Of Heaven 12/9/2014
34. The Face Behind The Mask 4/27/2013
35. Pot Of Roses 10/22/2012
36. Letter To My Rose (Part 1) 10/23/2012
Best Poem of Christian Tobechukwu Okafor

Pot Of Roses

O precious Rose, o creature pretty
Bathed by the waters heavenly
And polished by the sun so shiny

The slim filament shining;
Sweet scented anthers holding;
Fine gaily stigma flaunting.

For her pollen tallenting
Wrestle o'er the wind hugging
And insects softly kissing.

O you colour creature,
O you gorgeous feature,
Green for mother nature;

White on virgins blossoming,
Purple on the kings glowing,
Red on lovers blood-rushing.

O pot of many roses,
O pot of many choices,
O pot of delights and rues.

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Happy Birthday!

Tiny egg in the soil most warm
Fatted by the placenta form;
Through the mother's chord watered;
By the tough skin sun-shielded.

By the wildest cry of just one ousted;
By the wildest joy of many greeted;
Virgin to the warmth of the sun;
Fresh to the whisp'ring of the morn.

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