Repristination Poems - Poems about Repristination

Repristination: to restore to an original state A humble home of yore Caught the flames ablaze, Burned down to ash-floor Razed to a smoky haze. Only if we could Line up the pillars Renew the floorings And set up new fillers, We could dust the cinders Paint the charred walls Hang tapestries of trust Place daisies in the halls, Foundation of love and lenience Rebuilt on cleaned ground As it...

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Her pristine sky, once crystal clear, drifted away in dusk of morn. Her troubled heart, tainted by fear, was caught in pit of laming scorn. In dark of night, she cried in pain. She wept in bleakness of the dawn; Trying to break her steely chain, so she could cast her brand new spawn. But hope is bright for promise...

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Extolling rebirth, dreams pristine cajole, Resurgence to tranquility of frozen knoll, Longing verdant-realms to enliven its soul Where wintry-decay exacted dreary toll. When warmth glistens avid golden rays Glinting gloominess of parched malaise, Hope rejuvenates where prairies blaze Reviving aspirations of despaired days. Blossoming reveries of season restore Winsome buzz of sprouting meadows, Adorning nature-abloom brought to fore Repristinating terrains withered in throes. Chasing blue seas, buoyant...

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They are nature's gifts to us, A sign of its benevolence, Her hands have sown and nurtured them, They are to beautify our landscape. They are evidence of nature's dexterity, She watches over them with keen interest, They are in her embrace, They sprout spreading out their blossomed boughs. All around us, they abound, In our neighbourhoods, they can be found, There's an aura...

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Digging into and detecting deep roots gives me a thrill. Though raking up the foregone quarrels is a tiresome drill, Values I have lost in the name of modernization, Traditions that, like ancient hills, succumbed to damnation... Should threads of exuberant cultures be quickly broken? Isn't repristination an existential token? These broken vessels of my ancestors... these torn garments, Each has its...

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Repristination of our nation calls for hours of restoration. Political powers hold their station in hopes of that next election elation, glad of their occupation though to us it is agitation. Perhaps we can find a situation wherein we voice our refutation of their personal preoccupation, without instigation or castigation....

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Oh to be again pristine, to be so young and fresh. However can it happen? Oh, how might I refresh? Just think of it! To go back to innocence of youth. To rose’s bloom on my cheeks, but what of life and truth? Would I really want to go far back into my past knowing all I now know and how life goes so fast? Instead of...

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Repristination Since I have begun my life coming on Earth, series of happenstances through...

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My eyes were hooked on to the West Feasting on the riot of colors the sun had cast I stood dazed at an experience blest That any poet would treasure with zest By chance I glanced at the river below It moved like an overloaded carriage slow With floating weeds and dirty rubbish Reminding one of an ugly heap of trash I saw...

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