For all of us who could use a little more love in our lives.
You don't have to dig deep to find poets on Instagram like Christopher Poindexter because their influence and words are always there when you need them the most.
Poindexter's poems are all about love; whether that is love lost or love found, the poems on his Instagram page are like love letters you find in old library books or kept away for years: beautiful and understated, yet full of meaning.
Scrolling through his Instagram page, you can't help but get lost in Christopher Poindexter's prose and the way each poem is typed out on a typewriter, making even the construction of his verses feel romantic.
He describes himself as an author and a lover, but he also dedicates many of his poems to empaths — people with a unique ability to relate on a deep level to others' emotions and feelings. For all the die-hard empaths and romantics in the world, Poindexter's words are like guides for those who want to say something more than just "I love you" to someone they love.
Instead, these poems say so much more than those three little words; Poindexter likens love to the Universe and gemstones, which even to people like me — who aren't as attuned to romance — these words are touching and beautiful.
We found our favorite love poems from Christopher Poindexter's Instagram collection. If you can't get enough of his work, you can check out his website and his book Lavender, a short collection of his poems.
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"Sometimes, the universe is much too beautiful for my own good. Sometimes; you are the universe." — Christopher Poindexter
"In the end, when our eyes find their infinite darkness, you will know that our bodies were tiny universes, and I loved you with a thousand seas." — Christopher Poindexter
"Love is many things and sometimes we are not really sure if it even exists, but all I know is if you were to show me her soul in a photograph, I wouldn't even ask to see the others." — Christopher Poindexter
"I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb."
"My sweet and only, I want to cover you, cover you in whichever way you desire to be covered. With orchards and emeralds and intimacy like wind kissing the pockets of earth. I want the beauty to be overwhelming. I want it to seep into your skin. I want to love you into oblivion and I want you to tremble when you feel it." — Christopher Poindexter
"I closed my eyes softly and fell in love with the way I remembered you: body, soul, and all." — Christopher Poindexter
"I am yours. I am yours as the stars belong to the sky and I am yours as the rivers belong to the sea. I am yours as your tears belong to your eyes and I am yours as your lungs belong to the pattern in which you breathe." — Christopher Poindexter
"How could I forget her? First loves might as well be a body part. We will always carry them." — Christopher Poindexter
"I loved the way she touched me. What more could I say? Her hands were made from the things we all have trouble believing." — Christopher Poindexter
"I am in love with her because she is the only woman to ever understand me to the bone and even further. And there is nothing more beautiful than the arousing of a place no one has ever touched." — Christopher Poindexter
"If only our bodies would marry the beauty growing inside them, it wouldn't be so exhausting trying to love ourselves." — Christopher Poindexter
"And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." — Christopher Poindexter
"I will love you, not starting with your skin or your organs or your bones: I will love you madly first, your naked soul." — Christopher Poindexter
"Not only did I love her, but I could tell the Universe loved her, too. More than others, she was different. I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." — Christopher Poindexter