Best Drake Poems
Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother giddy laughs.
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To sup he’d need a tuning fork
to confound the smacks from lamb and pork.
Lanky strands of cabbage slaw.
Gravy splashes grease his jaw
Pastries flurry dandruff flakes
A grubby mess, grandiose Sir Drake
Theodore Aka Teddy Bear
With soggy paws and matted hair
Needs a scrub from his stout chin
to the furry spats about his shins.
Carried off by loving arms
A bath restores his stately charm.
I started to miss you as soon as I played his music
Marvin's room came on
It reminded me, our relationship is similar to the lyrics in that song
I didn't want to message you, But Drake made me do it
You don't need to reply, just hear me out
Thought I'd cried enough, but once again the tears are out
I don't even know your whereabouts
have you found happiness? What are you scared about?
Do you think about me?, do you miss us?
If I call you, will you pick up?
Do you have a new man? Does he kiss enough?
Damn, this is my fault, I never did enough
Are you in a committed relationship with life plans?
Are you in the club weekly, having one night stands?
I hope you know that you deserve better
We met at the wrong time, but right now we could work together
I've grown a lot, even got help for my depression
I know it's too late, but losing you was the lesson
I had to lose you, in order to find myself
If you ever need me, you know you can find my help
I started to miss you as soon as I played his music
You're probably happy with another guy, by now
I'm sorry but this was something I had to write down
I didn't want to start missing you, but Drake made me do it
Playing bowls, Sir Francis Drake
on Plymouth Hoe did ages take
for the game proved that much harder
than beating the Armada
For competition 'Cleri-who?' ,sponsored by Kim Merriman
In 1588 Sir Francis Drake,
over a game of bowls, his time he did take.
Saying I’ll play my game before England’s fate.
So the Spanish will just have to wait!
There once was a young sailor named Drake,
who some thought was a bit of a flake.
On Plymouth Hoe he stood
while playing with his wood
not knowing that history he'd make.
Drake was from the Elizabethan era
finishing his game as Spain drew nearer.
A stubborn man and quite contrary
until he died of dysentery!
Guess who just popped out of the woodwork
Good old Drake Eszes, can't hide my smirk
A friend from back when
So great he's back again
Hope he stays showing off his clever quirks
© Jack Ellison 2015
English poet and painter William Drake -
enjoyed little fame in his lifetime, for heaven’s sake.
A BBC’s poll of 100 great artists put him at 38.
Posthumous recognition sadly was his fate.
Drives people up the walls
Random things he does
Always saying,"my eyes are pretty"
Kissing a bunch of girls he likes
Everything he does makes me laugh
Over the land covered in suet, singed by storms of fires
The Fire Drake surveyed for any breath of life remaining
The humans decidedly in unification ended all existence
Hovering over Elysium once occupied by eternal Spring
The Drake came to rest on wet wood washed to shore
It considered all things and then it took to flight
Once there was a place called Heaven and now it’s forever lost
Note: I would consider this Urdu Poetry.
©Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
There's a guy on the Soup
His name is Drake
A very talented soul
His comments on my poems
Are like no other
Cherished as pieces of gold
A writer like Drake
To appreciate my stuff
Is a feather in my old chapeau
I'm overwhelmed and
Deeply honoured
More than you'll ever know
It seems there's a bond
Many writers have
Certainly ain't like no other
So I say to you
My good buddy Drake
Honoured to call you brother
A connection's been made
Strong and alive
Creative souls that we are
Each with our own
Approach to our craft
Hitched to a different star!
There's a guy on the Soup
His name of Drake
A very talented soul
Make sure you check out
His creative works
His craft is a joy to behold
© Jack Ellison 2013
How many galleons per mile
Were spread the grand Armada fleet,
Hoping strong England to defile
After a huge naval defeat?
Surging steady through stormy seas
How many galleons per mile
To drag brave England to its knees
With solemn Spaniards sans smiles?
Dark clouded seas were fierce and vile.
Tempest scattered ships hit the coast
How many galleons per mile
Could Philip, king of Spain, still boast?
From Cornwall’s shores to Calais rocks
Drake’s large guns, beyond denial,
Scattered and sunk Spain’s sons, in shock.
How many galleons per mile?
I gave you everything, but you still thought there was something missing from the plate
My all wasn't enough you always needed more
I came to realize I deserved better love, better than yours
Why should I accept a girl who spent the whole time Wishing I was Drake
You wanted a fantasy man instead of a real one
But I thought you were worth it so I feel dumb
You wanted the man Drake pretends to be in his songs
If you keep expecting that, every relationship will go wrong
I kissed you passionately but you weren't impressed because i couldn't sing
I cooked for you, but never gave you a ring
I held you close, but I couldn't provide the world
You didn't want me because I'm not Drake, but I really liked you girl
You said every guy should try to be Drake
I replied I'd try if you turn into Sasha Grey in bed
You acted shocked and went you couldn't believe what I said
I laughed and said it's no different to what you said to me babe
Go and find your Drake because I won't be
If I'm not enough then I don't want you near me
I gave you everything, but you thought something was missing from the plate
Why would I settle for someone who spent the whole time Wishing I was Drake
it's quite good actually
Jericho likes it -
but i'm struggling not to giggle
as i lie on the bed in the middle
of the night
my wife is not giggling
she is asleep
but i am certain i heard giggling
through the wall
yes, the neighbours are giggling
both of them
i look for the saw
because i want to join them
through the wall
and we can giggle together
it takes forty minutes
i'm through the wall
and the portal
leads me to the giggling
she's tickling the dermatologist
i look back through the excavation
i tiptoe back in
and i wake up my wife
and after twenty minutes she giggles with me -
until she sees the space in the wall
we stare at it from the bed
i burp loudly
what a time to be alive
Always beware of a man called Drake
Give him a wide berth for goodness sake
He will surely run amuck
Drakes are flirts
Ask other Ducks!
A baby none the less - born into a broken home.
At first sight, knows nothing of his loving father.
With blue eyes, blonde hair, a white smile - just like his father.
A skin tone in match with his difficult and distracting and deranged mother.
Drake, not even at the age of one possessing a whole heart and
A sense of innocence fluttering in his beautiful smile.
In which it will be ruined by the hidden light that shines in the eyes of the blind.
All being taken from the truth and drown in a hatred lie
To be almost one year old and not know who you are
Is normal and sad in a situation of sorts
His life will be ruined by history of false shame
As he searches this world and finds his whole life has been molded
A young cub looking up to his mother will be misguided and misused
And when it comes to an end it will all be
A life shattered like glass thrown into a brick wall
Before getting the chance to be his own person.
May 10, 2019
She wants me to write her Drake type rhymes
She said I need to be like Drake to make her mine
She said any guy who isn't Drake is just going to waste her time
She wants me to write her Drake type rhymes
She's looking for the guy Drake portrays in his songs
She wants a man who's going to sing her Drake Lyrics
If it's from another artist she doesn't want to hear it
She quotes Drake all day long
She's been in love with him since she was a teenager
She has a picture of him as her phone screensaver
She's begging for his attention online and trying to get in her views
If you don't pretend to be Drake for her, you will be removed
She won't give me a chance because I'm not Drizzy
She's obsessed with a man who doesn't know she exists
She's a great girl and real pretty
But because of her Drake obsession, there's a lot of good times she will miss
No man is good enough for her because Drake is her dream man
She's looking for dirt on me, but I come with clean hands
I just replied you'll be waiting a long time if you expect Drake here
I played her Marvin's room and told her to take care