"lofi" poems - Hello Poetry

Autumn mornings filtered gentle daylight on sunbeams across cityways and warm-tinted sidewalks, upbeat lofi humming with the dove's sorrowful song, while weaving past the struggles days bring.

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May 16, 2021

May 16, 2021 at 6:18 PM UTC

Erianrose

Autumn Mornings

Autumn mornings filtered gentle daylight on sunbeams across cityways and warm-tinted sidewalks, upbeat lofi humming with the dove's sorrowful song, while weaving past the struggles days bring.

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There's an illusion in vacations You buy a holiday bundle to endless beaches Expecting to melt into a puddle From the wet sun, from the softest massages, from the savoury delicacies Yet I find myself melted The same numbing beat Disguised as lofi background The same screeching shrieks Of strangers in the sun The lack in detail as I see the same view Everyday, the same restaurant every meal A sameness away from home In the sand a million footsteps form In a uniform path from the sleepy gazebos to the ocean The ocean stretching far and away The horizon hiding the destination of the sun No footsteps can lead me towards where I long Stuck in a routine I cannot call my own

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Sep 4, 2022

Sep 4, 2022 at 8:53 AM UTC

Esoscript

Holiday Blues

There's an illusion in vacations You buy a holiday bundle to endless beaches Expecting to melt into a puddle From the wet sun, from the softest massages, from the savoury delicacies Yet I find myself melted The same numbing beat Disguised as lofi background The same screeching shrieks Of strangers in the sun The lack in detail as I see the same view Everyday, the same restaurant every meal A sameness away from home In the sand a million footsteps form In a uniform path from the sleepy gazebos to the ocean The ocean stretching far and away The horizon hiding the destination of the sun No footsteps can lead me towards where I long Stuck in a routine I cannot call my own

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lofi hip hop decorates my brain notebook formulaic and profane anxiety seeps my malleable mind latching onto anything it finds.

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Mar 17, 2021

Mar 17, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC

pandemoniac

finals

lofi hip hop decorates my brain notebook formulaic and profane anxiety seeps my malleable mind latching onto anything it finds.

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Warm sun Cool breeze Blue skies Green grass Rolled tobacco Hot smoke Head rush Pure elation Chirping birds Fleeting critters Rustling leaves Lofi jazz Record playing I ******* Love June 34 years Since my first And my annual Rebirth.

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Jun 18, 2025

Jun 18, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC

CaffeineBoy

Days Of The Gemini

Warm sun Cool breeze Blue skies Green grass Rolled tobacco Hot smoke Head rush Pure elation Chirping birds Fleeting critters Rustling leaves Lofi jazz Record playing I ******* Love June 34 years Since my first And my annual Rebirth.

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Watering the plants is not a meaningless task crumbs of green in their pots growing as they please random yet adamant i'm a little tired in this early summer evening on this 18th floor balcony they have become my scenery perhaps not willingly but i feel natural and fulfilled the goldenrod the boat orchids the spearmint periwinkle and lantana i fill a plastic container with water slowly i imbue it into the gradually darkening dusk earlier i was reading some blogs with lofi music playing on my phone fresh and fluent the mood is like opening a door then another door the plants enjoy the melody now in stillness they make no further comments.

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Jun 7, 2023

Jun 7, 2023 at 7:02 AM UTC

chinhooi-ng

Just add water

Watering the plants is not a meaningless task crumbs of green in their pots growing as they please random yet adamant i'm a little tired in this early summer evening on this 18th floor balcony they have become my scenery perhaps not willingly but i feel natural and fulfilled the goldenrod the boat orchids the spearmint periwinkle and lantana i fill a plastic container with water slowly i imbue it into the gradually darkening dusk earlier i was reading some blogs with lofi music playing on my phone fresh and fluent the mood is like opening a door then another door the plants enjoy the melody now in stillness they make no further comments.

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I hate people that are fake I stake those people and throw them in a lake I'll pop their eyeballs with some darts I smoke another spliff with some lofi and Mozart I choke once again on your empty-ass platitudes I see you think you're all high but you're on low altitude I notice you think you're so great but I hate your attitude I despise the fact that you'll probably call me crude I laugh at the idea that you won't make it, dude

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Mar 16, 2019

Mar 16, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC

btp

real

I hate people that are fake I stake those people and throw them in a lake I'll pop their eyeballs with some darts I smoke another spliff with some lofi and Mozart I choke once again on your empty-ass platitudes I see you think you're all high but you're on low altitude I notice you think you're so great but I hate your attitude I despise the fact that you'll probably call me crude I laugh at the idea that you won't make it, dude

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The nights drags on Lost in my thoughts Listen to lofi songs The mind is a healthy fruit till it rots I lay here awake Thinking of everything Every possible mistake About my future and and my past really just anything The night fills my head with hopes and dreams Wheres the knowlege that I lack Is it hidden in time with bigger and better things? I'm on a knowlege train trynna get on track Picking up all the peices of my life Trynna not to get bitter but better Hoping to put together something right Its time I switch around those letters All I got is all I need I'm only human I'll always bruise and Ill always bleed Imma changed man With a PEACE of mind And all this came From a restless night....

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Jan 16, 2018

Jan 16, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC

InfinitesimalUniverse

Restless Nights

The nights drags on Lost in my thoughts Listen to lofi songs The mind is a healthy fruit till it rots I lay here awake Thinking of everything Every possible mistake About my future and and my past really just anything The night fills my head with hopes and dreams Wheres the knowlege that I lack Is it hidden in time with bigger and better things? I'm on a knowlege train trynna get on track Picking up all the peices of my life Trynna not to get bitter but better Hoping to put together something right Its time I switch around those letters All I got is all I need I'm only human I'll always bruise and Ill always bleed Imma changed man With a PEACE of mind And all this came From a restless night....

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Rain Lofi Careless Timeless Hopeful Remembrance Midst Splashing Sounds I love The way You shuffle me The way You fall On me And all around

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Apr 19, 2019

Apr 19, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC

colmistoirm

Rainy Lofi Day Away

Rain Lofi Careless Timeless Hopeful Remembrance Midst Splashing Sounds I love The way You shuffle me The way You fall On me And all around

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I started puking birds- I watched them fly south for the winter, toward warmer pavement and fuller trees. I started stuttering butterflies- I watched them take giant sips from birdbaths, We both know my mouth is so, so dry. The thing about wings the thing about things the thing about trying to focus and listen and nod while My mouth is sticky and my brain feels clogged, like a real mess worth of paper towels bunched and flushed in a panic all the way down my throat The electricity in this room is so loud You keep talking, I look for outlets You get annoyed, I turn off the lamp You say stand still, I say I’m still listening You say this is what I mean I say I’m listening I repeat what you said before you got annoyed You say that’s not the point I switch off the surge protector I say it’s still there you say that’s not the point I say I hate this sound You say it doesn’t bother me You say if it ever does I put on the lofi-hip-hop-headphone-girl channel You say think about it I think about birds in trees instead and if power lines are so so loud or if it’s okay because they can drink from birdbaths and fly south when they want to, not just in winter. not just when the pavement is warm. I say sometimes listening to you is like watching a show with subtitles; sometimes you are the audio and the electricity is the subtitles, sometimes the electricity is the audio and you are the subtitles, and other times you are the electricity as well as the subtitles and maybe there’s no audio at all, and maybe the video is a few frames behind the audio and maybe the subtitles are projected in reverse like when you take a picture of a mirror and maybe another electric note harmonizes with the first and also maybe you’re having a stroke or at least you’re really thirsty and you can’t unclench your knuckles. You say now what, I say nothing I’m on my knees, crawling the carpet, feeling for outlets, scratching my rug burn, unplugging sockets. You say nothing for a moment I listen for any quiet electricity still playing you sit down next to me, I lift my legs up and over yours I look at you, you look at my knees you say I’m not annoyed, I say that’s not the point you say listen you say have you thought about microdosing I should hear a punchline cymbal I hear nothing, I don’t feel warm I start to laugh then stop I start to stutter then stop I puke.

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Apr 8, 2021

Apr 8, 2021 at 9:57 AM UTC

Kiernan515

electric dose

I started puking birds- I watched them fly south for the winter, toward warmer pavement and fuller trees. I started stuttering butterflies- I watched them take giant sips from birdbaths, We both know my mouth is so, so dry. The thing about wings the thing about things the thing about trying to focus and listen and nod while My mouth is sticky and my brain feels clogged, like a real mess worth of paper towels bunched and flushed in a panic all the way down my throat The electricity in this room is so loud You keep talking, I look for outlets You get annoyed, I turn off the lamp You say stand still, I say I’m still listening You say this is what I mean I say I’m listening I repeat what you said before you got annoyed You say that’s not the point I switch off the surge protector I say it’s still there you say that’s not the point I say I hate this sound You say it doesn’t bother me You say if it ever does I put on the lofi-hip-hop-headphone-girl channel You say think about it I think about birds in trees instead and if power lines are so so loud or if it’s okay because they can drink from birdbaths and fly south when they want to, not just in winter. not just when the pavement is warm. I say sometimes listening to you is like watching a show with subtitles; sometimes you are the audio and the electricity is the subtitles, sometimes the electricity is the audio and you are the subtitles, and other times you are the electricity as well as the subtitles and maybe there’s no audio at all, and maybe the video is a few frames behind the audio and maybe the subtitles are projected in reverse like when you take a picture of a mirror and maybe another electric note harmonizes with the first and also maybe you’re having a stroke or at least you’re really thirsty and you can’t unclench your knuckles. You say now what, I say nothing I’m on my knees, crawling the carpet, feeling for outlets, scratching my rug burn, unplugging sockets. You say nothing for a moment I listen for any quiet electricity still playing you sit down next to me, I lift my legs up and over yours I look at you, you look at my knees you say I’m not annoyed, I say that’s not the point you say listen you say have you thought about microdosing I should hear a punchline cymbal I hear nothing, I don’t feel warm I start to laugh then stop I start to stutter then stop I puke.

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Its day in day out Lofi Reminding my feelings on how to lie To those around me who care But I hold that dead stare As if I'm imitating how my heart feels Down, dumped, and kick by her high heels Lonely, hurt, forgotten and scared Life's a group project and Death is to whom I'm paired

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Jun 21, 2019

Jun 21, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC

lauren-leal

Deadbeat Heart

Its day in day out Lofi Reminding my feelings on how to lie To those around me who care But I hold that dead stare As if I'm imitating how my heart feels Down, dumped, and kick by her high heels Lonely, hurt, forgotten and scared Life's a group project and Death is to whom I'm paired

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relaxing and loving for laying in bed all day every day chill beats that flow over your ears and your tired soul

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC

williamisaghost

Lofi

relaxing and loving for laying in bed all day every day chill beats that flow over your ears and your tired soul

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Be it autumn summer spring, wind or rain or birds in sing, there is just one simple thing, that puts my mind at ease. When I feel my smile dying, Before the numb and bouts of crying I go out with hopes of spying, Lamplight on the leaves.

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 4:19 AM UTC

jmillz

Lofi in Autumn

Be it autumn summer spring, wind or rain or birds in sing, there is just one simple thing, that puts my mind at ease. When I feel my smile dying, Before the numb and bouts of crying I go out with hopes of spying, Lamplight on the leaves.

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Sometimes I lay in bed and weep when i look at the number of days i have left with you. Sometimes is becoming more often. Sometimes I listen to lofi and write you poetry you’ll never see. Sometimes is becoming more often. The point is sometimes I miss you- bad. because sometimes I just want to tell you the truth. Because you see, you’re going out of state but you’re spirit is still with me. And you have to move far away but I will crave your warm kisses when the seasons change and the weather outside vaporizes my breath. I will have to keep occupied because I’ve got it for you- bad. And tonight I need a long hug before you go home.

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Jun 27, 2019

Jun 27, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC

dakota-

Hollow sadness

Sometimes I lay in bed and weep when i look at the number of days i have left with you. Sometimes is becoming more often. Sometimes I listen to lofi and write you poetry you’ll never see. Sometimes is becoming more often. The point is sometimes I miss you- bad. because sometimes I just want to tell you the truth. Because you see, you’re going out of state but you’re spirit is still with me. And you have to move far away but I will crave your warm kisses when the seasons change and the weather outside vaporizes my breath. I will have to keep occupied because I’ve got it for you- bad. And tonight I need a long hug before you go home.

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somewhere in lofi dreams girls sit in a meadow below a saturated sunset that melts everything in sight but not them and they feel the warmth encapsulate them as though they've slipped into a jar of honey and they can still breathe but if you ask me where that place is, i don't know the smallest drops of water, they suffocate my best identity the one that thrives in honey day dreams and floats on evaporation's of polyamorous love i'm sure that solid, honey drenched girl has slept upon those clouds she pulls the cover over her face and falls into love with two and the two lovers love her the same her rasta smile and rainbow hair ooze and drip from her embodiment as she says "love is love, the more the better" and she reeks of drugs and spray tan and suddenly she doesn't look so beautiful anymore

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC

lotus-flower-bomb

It's Not as Sweet as it Sounds

somewhere in lofi dreams girls sit in a meadow below a saturated sunset that melts everything in sight but not them and they feel the warmth encapsulate them as though they've slipped into a jar of honey and they can still breathe but if you ask me where that place is, i don't know the smallest drops of water, they suffocate my best identity the one that thrives in honey day dreams and floats on evaporation's of polyamorous love i'm sure that solid, honey drenched girl has slept upon those clouds she pulls the cover over her face and falls into love with two and the two lovers love her the same her rasta smile and rainbow hair ooze and drip from her embodiment as she says "love is love, the more the better" and she reeks of drugs and spray tan and suddenly she doesn't look so beautiful anymore

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the sun's last ember light haunting over the city like a ghost, ending the day both of us on that balcony our wide and bloodshot eyes a smile on your warm and freckled face these memories I hold on to these memories keep me awake its such a shame that were all destined to fall back down from grace

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC

krispretorius

lofi

the sun's last ember light haunting over the city like a ghost, ending the day both of us on that balcony our wide and bloodshot eyes a smile on your warm and freckled face these memories I hold on to these memories keep me awake its such a shame that were all destined to fall back down from grace

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Recently I've been trying to think thoughts that I like the sound of. Instead of letting my head been the roaming ground of nihilism and self-doubt, I'm trying to take life one step at a time. Treat people with no prior prejudices, act in a way that makes me proud, and appreciate the fact, that everyone around me finds life just as hard as I do. We all bear the burden that is life, and we each have a responsibility to ourselves to not let it go to waste. All those cat poster sayings really are true...

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Apr 29, 2019

Apr 29, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC

CameronM

Sad lofi boi

Recently I've been trying to think thoughts that I like the sound of. Instead of letting my head been the roaming ground of nihilism and self-doubt, I'm trying to take life one step at a time. Treat people with no prior prejudices, act in a way that makes me proud, and appreciate the fact, that everyone around me finds life just as hard as I do. We all bear the burden that is life, and we each have a responsibility to ourselves to not let it go to waste. All those cat poster sayings really are true...

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breaking wrists, bruised upper lips chewing cigarettes like they're chalk sticks breathing in, let's let go throwing shoes over the barbed wire and inhaling november rain to soothe this this is the mediocre let's blow **** up with dynamite i want to see the end with you hop in the busted Toyota play some ****** lofi and let's let loose bust your head on the dashboard i want chaotic run this red light, brake before the train on the track, dine and dash with me, shoplift this bottle of moscato for me rack up the records and let's let loose i'll drink for me and i'll drink for you i know you hate these nights when you can't reach a high but i'll count the feathers with you play with your hair and hold your hand while we let the car run in your garage i'll let you ramble about your rendezvous and listen diligently this is how we can go, i just want to see the end with you i hope this is good enough

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Nov 27, 2018

Nov 27, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC

emimg

Untitled

breaking wrists, bruised upper lips chewing cigarettes like they're chalk sticks breathing in, let's let go throwing shoes over the barbed wire and inhaling november rain to soothe this this is the mediocre let's blow **** up with dynamite i want to see the end with you hop in the busted Toyota play some ****** lofi and let's let loose bust your head on the dashboard i want chaotic run this red light, brake before the train on the track, dine and dash with me, shoplift this bottle of moscato for me rack up the records and let's let loose i'll drink for me and i'll drink for you i know you hate these nights when you can't reach a high but i'll count the feathers with you play with your hair and hold your hand while we let the car run in your garage i'll let you ramble about your rendezvous and listen diligently this is how we can go, i just want to see the end with you i hope this is good enough

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And the thought arrived and it demanded to be written, As if it was some nation’s citizen deserving of life and liberty, Still we see our fingers working, our thoughts spreading, Thus we succumb, thus we surrender, thus we write. The ideal is known as sitting under a tree, running through forest, Grasping for air yet losing it all on undying laughter, Was it something I said or is it because this is my first time? Convincing myself I have stopped thinking about it yet here we are. These pillows have lived in parallel universes and realities, Looking far wondering, “Is this how they see us? How they feel?” With lofi beats as soundtrack of this rainy and chilly afternoon, We were reminded yet again of whom we’ve been. And so thoughts will keep on demanding, will keep on arriving, It’s for us to stitch them to a larger narrative — not snippets but cores, This way we will know who we will be because of them good old days, When you find yourself sitting on a different, yet emotionally familiar place.

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Aug 25, 2019

Aug 25, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC

allan-pangilinan

It’s 2am and I still miss you

And the thought arrived and it demanded to be written, As if it was some nation’s citizen deserving of life and liberty, Still we see our fingers working, our thoughts spreading, Thus we succumb, thus we surrender, thus we write. The ideal is known as sitting under a tree, running through forest, Grasping for air yet losing it all on undying laughter, Was it something I said or is it because this is my first time? Convincing myself I have stopped thinking about it yet here we are. These pillows have lived in parallel universes and realities, Looking far wondering, “Is this how they see us? How they feel?” With lofi beats as soundtrack of this rainy and chilly afternoon, We were reminded yet again of whom we’ve been. And so thoughts will keep on demanding, will keep on arriving, It’s for us to stitch them to a larger narrative — not snippets but cores, This way we will know who we will be because of them good old days, When you find yourself sitting on a different, yet emotionally familiar place.

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i thank the Lord for rainy days and sweaters paired with shorts my brother's joy lofi music warmth in my heart and comfy beds - maybe you too.

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC

trshltna

10:11pm, 19/10/18

i thank the Lord for rainy days and sweaters paired with shorts my brother's joy lofi music warmth in my heart and comfy beds - maybe you too.

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