#cartoons
Things- Pings
Minnie mouse- swings,
on a big trapeze, she's hanging by her feet
the crowd buzzes like bee's
cheering as she swings
Mickey mouse, scared she might fall
stands strong and tall
at the bottom, waiting to catch her like Popeye
he eats a can of spinach, he looks up at the sky
looking Minnie in the eye
she winks and giggles
she swings and twirls a littles
pumpkin spice and everything nice
Minnie is that
Mickey is a mouse and he lives in an illegal Mickey mouse club house;
Pluto is the bouncer and he has his regulars-
Dora the explorer explored too much-
Sofia the first isn't the first anymore, she has a brother-
Sponge Bob Squarepants isn't square, he's rectangle;
Patrick star is actually really smart
and this poem is really good, thought out and has depth like no other-
believe it
because I don't -
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
i watch cartoons
i see cartoons
i think cartoons
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
Introducing my roommate Leong to my Saturday morning cartoon binge habit proved to be one of my BEST ideas EVER. She’s a very animated watcher, frequently laughing, gasping in horror and, in the end, delighted by these silly shows.
It’s almost a case for convergent evolution, how two creatures, from opposite ends of culture and the world can be so similar.
I find myself watching her, for her reaction, as much as the shows themselves - I’ve seen them before but I rediscover them vicariously and emotionally through her. We can spend hours dissecting character arcs and plot twists - we’ve found a small, stress-free heaven.
It’s 10:40am Sunday morning and Leong is dipping celery in barbecue sauce for breakfast again. “THAT’s just gross,” I deem, holding my hand up to block my view of this travesty.
“You should TALK,” she says, “Flexatarian!”
I gasped, like a slapped Chris Rock in the face of this naked aggression. “Why am I a Flexatarian! I demand, my mind reeling for context, “because I ordered the potato burrito at taco bell?” I look around for some sort of rescue or validation, but we’re alone.
“That’s so FAUX,” I say, in an injured voice, shaking my head sadly. “I’m by the book carnivore,” I say, holding my fingers in a three-fingered girl scout pledge.
“And you have to live with that trauma,” Leong says, scooping an extra large dollop of sauce with her celery as I make gagging and heaving sounds.
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
I'm 25 and my shirt glows in the dark. A skeleton rock on symbol lights up as the world darkens around me. That's always been me though, never growing up fully, and I would never apologize for that result.
Responsibilities **** Showing up every day only to do it all again tomorrow can get pretty **** tedious and is constantly boring. But when we find the little things that bring light to the darkness, who are we to turn them away. Of course we can't always have the light because we wouldn't appreciate it nearly as much. Sure, we will have those things that take up space, the things that we have to do in order to live, but that is not our definition. Our dreams perpetually change - we have no definition. Our best bet in this world is to find those things that bring light and hold on to them.
So wear that glow in the dark t-shirt, wear those dinosaur footy pajamas, jump in puddles, watch cartoons, eat sweet cereals, draw horribly, sing innocently, get excited about the little things. Because life isn't one whole big thing - it's made up of millions of smaller pieces - collect the good ones.
-t.s.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
I see it as from outside a window,
Myself walking fast, head bowed,
Life happening all around me without sound,
Distanced even then, not sure I know why
The paces of development grow hazy around that line.
My heart was soft,
My head curiously empty,
A balloon floating along,
Not certain where she might belong
It was the best of times,
I still go there in my head,
I don't remember the feel of the wind on my face,
But the feel of the wood I sat on in my classroom
The urgency every time the bell rang for lunch hour,
The acrid taste of isolation when I hadn't enough for the tack room
It was the best of times,
I still go there is my head,
My friend had a bag of coin in the desk nearby,
I saw her put it there and,
I took it, I don't know why,
They found me out, hung me dry,
From then on I tried not to pry,
Kids really know how to crucify.
It was the best of times,
I still go there in my head.
When my child's eye was pure,
Boys hard-wearing, still demure,
I used to think I would never be self-assured,
I'm still not,
Confrontation ties my insides in a knot,
But I live for those days,
When Saturday mornings meant cartoons,
Followed by hilariously misguided cooking attempts at noon,
That would get you later whooped past sense
All your friends watching from the fence.
It was the best of times,
I still go there in my head.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
The years when I was a child were filled with a infinite range of emotions.
Emotions so strong it felt I could move mountains, land, and even oceans.
My childhood was full of tears and fun.
I know now I am not the only one.
I remember exploring the country side with friends.
When we were older we drifted apart and the pain never ends.
I remember all the cartoons we watched.
I remember birthdays, Christmas, and the toys that were brought.
I remember all the pets we had.
I remember the days when I was happy or sad.
When I think about it I am mad.
The days I have now are filled with sorrow and grief from that.
Though my childhood still remains.
I should be glad that I am alive, please relieve these restraints.
Every day I am reminded of the past.
Hopefully I relieve the pain at last.
I am not proud at what I have become.
Maybe now the dreams of my love.
My friends and family I will follow them.
With their guidance I will swallow them.
I hope to never remember the past so angered.
For some, hope for the future is endangered.
My advice is to find something you are good at doing.
Run for the future and never look back unless it is wrong you are pursuing.
I will keep the past pain and hardship near.
My pain in my heart is stored right here.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
As I stare into the starlit sky
I wonder if i'll catch this guy?
Does Jupiter hide behind it's moons?
Do specters and goblins dance it's tunes?
Will Velma ever sing my song?
My heart for her will ever long!
Daphne, don't laugh at me!
Can't you see that what's happening,
is beautiful and sacred,
I wish you were naked
in my Mystery Van, half bake-ed
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
The tv is blaring
with the
big bad wolf scaring
three little pigs,
who manage to
get the jump
on him,
making me grin
when they win.
I see
other cartoon figures
get hit with
a TNT blast
if that was me
I wouldn’t come back.
All the ducks in a row
like Donald and Scrooge,
even got a black duck
who is a daffy dude.
All the laughter
is great,
this passionate pleasure
made frame by frame
eases my pain,
and remind me
how funny
****** up
**** can be.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
The opening night,
in front of packed house.
The story, a fight,
between a cat and a mouse.
The cat with her guile and
the mouse, all the while.
Powers up a fuckin' chainsaw
with a knowing wry smile.
So never bet against the mouse
with either money or your house
because the crafty **** takers
have slashed the odds at bookmakers
as to what's in the pies
at the new high street bakers.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
You seem to be my Clyde to my Bonnie
You seem to be my Martin to my Gina
You seem to be my Bobby to my Whitney
And you are more than I could ever ask for
You get on my nerves
You call me names (but in a friendly way)
You tell me your honest opinion
And you even check others when it comes to me!
You are my Micky to my Minnie
You are my Homer to my Marge
You are my Peter to my Louis
And you are someone I can trust
You helped me up whenever I was feeling down
You showed me that giving up wasn’t an option
You treated me like no other!
You can be my Simba to my Nala
You can be my Prince Adam “Beast” to my Belle
You can be my Shrek to my Fiona
And you can be more than just my friend
You honestly opened my eyes
You made me change my mind about dating
You always told me I was beautiful!
You will forever be my Lucious to my Cookie
You will forever be my Jamie to my Fancy
You will forever be my Dwayne to my Whitley
And I plan on making this last forever
You seem to be my friend
You seem to be my lover
You seem to be my other half!
Honestly
I think you’re my best friend...
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Thanks, animators
For showing the beauty in
The apocalypse
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
When we think of what hell is, we usually think about the firey place depicted in cartoons
But wouldn't this be quite accurate?
Cartoons are places with no true rules or order
anything is possible
Wouldn't hell be a place of things that make no sense?
A place that follows no laws?
A place nearly fictional but made real by the millions who believe
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
Our reputation never had a chance
Since the fat boy did his dance.
Here he is to ruin the land!
Mighty Mouth's underhand!
He has never had a single clue
Not a thought for me or you.
He stays surrounded by some total jerks
Who always nod “okay”
No matter what he says he wants to do
No matter what he’ll say.
We should be shivering in our bikinis
He’s nothing but a modern Mussolini.
Yessir, everything he does is for cash
And his family is a bunch of trash.
Our country will be great again
But not if Mighty Mouth stays in.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
we could move back to The Cul-de-Sac
when we're ready to visit
the simpler times,
and you could be Kevin,
revving up your motorcycle
in our driveway every Friday night,
and we'd enjoy the boiling stars
on our walk down The Lane,
and you'd tell me that it took
a few years to appreciate it,
but you love how the aroma
of my Krankshaft No. 5
has grown on you,
"'... fresh cut spring flowers
strewn across a babbling brook
with a hint of lemon.' isn't that
what that one dork said
it smelled like, back in 1999?
Funny how time flies, man,
how about when we get home,
we watch some cartoons,
and you can scratch my head,
and we can watch our tongues
change color from the jawbreakers
that I've been saving for us tonight?"
Yeah, wouldn't that be nice?
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
To what do I owe this childlike obsession
If chosen to be called that.
Am I exaggerating this whole thing, putting too much thought into something so simple.
The characteristic that gives chase day in and day out.
I dream and I chase.
I chase and I awake.
Am I humanly incapable in presuming that this is all I need.
Before the first day, I truly lived life without purpose.
Stuck in endless boredom,
An endless contemplation debating which dining room set looked better
Without a dining room to occupy the full set.
Whom is the turtle, whom is the hare.
Whom provokes who. Which one is you.
Which one is me.
Antagonizing this urge, a simple conversation turns to more.
To taste, to smell this infatuation each time your around.
Realizing the hunger that persisted to move my feet in a forward motion.
Driving me to the brink of insanity. The earliest appearance, the first time you
ran from me.
The second time you ran, I thought maybe it was me.
Something I said. Maybe you were busy.
The third time, I saw it as the gateway to my time no longer being mine.
The silly things you do.
The teeth gritting. Fist clinching, I can't believe you just did that fall out into laughter. Do it again, I can't believe we almost tried to **** each other kind of silly.
Through it all I do care about you.
Despite the sound of buckshots you always find a way to outwit me
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
eons before
puberty
set in
closer to
purity
light
years away
from sin
her name
was flame,
in the local
tongue
we were
eight, and
all she asked
me to do
was knot
up the left
shoulder
threads
of her
dress
it was
a quiet
childhood
moment
yet what
I felt then
was an
inkling
of love
probably
that hours
spent together
watching Tom
& Jerry on VHS
had culminated
to this sweet
little gesture
of innocence
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Supposedly too much television will rot your brain away
BUT... you can 't believe what everyone may say
KERMIT told us it ain't easy being green
TAYLOR SWIFT taught us people can be trouble & really mean
SEBASTIAN the CRAB told us it is better down where it is wetter
CINDERELLA taught us that eventually things will get better
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS told us over & over he's READY! he's READY!
THE TORTOISE taught us that being quick may not always work
KAYNE WEST taught us people are rude, interrupting, annoying & huge jerks
MR KRABS taught us some people are money hungry & greedy
LINDSAY LOHAN taught us some people are attention needy
DORA THE EXPLORER taught us to live our life as an adventure & go explore
SWIPER taught us to always go for more
SQUIDWARD taught us not everyone has happiness to share
PATRICK STAR taught us that some people's heads are filled with air
PLANKTON taught us that you can never give up on reaching your goal
ALICE's curiosity taught us don't chase white rabbits with pocket watches down their hole
PETER PAN taught us to live carefree & have no worries at all
HORTON taught us that a person is a person no matter how small
THE LORAX taught us to take care of our trees
SNOW WHITE taught us that there maybe more than what the eye sees
TOMMY PICKLES taught us sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
THE GRINCH taught us that deep down inside, the cruel have hearts too
NEMO'S DAD MARLIN taught us you can't protect people from all & or any danger
BARNEY taught us not to talk to a stranger
TIMONE & PUMBA taught us "HAKUNA MATATA"
LILO & STITCH taught us no one gets left behind or forgotten, that is "OHANA"
SOUTH PARK taught us not to give a **** & some friends can be a huge ****** BAG
JUSTIN BIEBER taught us what isn't "SWAG"
STEWIE taught us that even if you're talking not everyone is listening
NELLY taught us that not everywhere has air conditioning "HOT IN HERRE"
DOROTHY taught us is you want to go home just click your heels three times & repeat "THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME"
SOUTH PARK'S TWEAK taught us that your underwear get stolen by the underwear gnomes
So much we've unknowingly managed to obtain
secretly stored in our brain
celebrities, songs, shows & even cartoons have taught us a lot
& that's what life lessons are all about
little hidden lessons & messages everywhere
& completely unaware you pass it on & share
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
Be-be-be-because, he starts,
stutters breaking words apart,
intoning what he’d overheard;
it’s painful listening, like darts
prying loose repeated words.
Naught’s amiss, we say, the birds
they laugh at us, ignored lampoons
and bullies’ taunts, how absurd.
He sits and watches his cartoon-
two mice who call a cat buffoon
I hate mieces to pieces! shouts
Jinx the cat; it ends too soon.
Our son despises school, flat out.
We believe him, there’s no doubt,
But he’s a well-adjusted sprout
But he’s a well-adjusted sprout.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Irresponsible behaviors.
Civility of civilised on test.
Much arrogance and pride.
In extremes who's the best?
Insensitive to alien customs.
Insensitive to other's belief.
Then why teach tolerance?
Kindly explain, please debrief.
**** anti-Semitic cartoons!
Didn't it led to Death Camps.
Can we call this Freedom.
Ask yourselves, O Champs!
I am Charlie! I am Charlie!
The echoing words I hear.
I am Kouchi! I am Kouchi!
Might be heard I fear.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
Baby we're broken and baby we're done.
We've had our good times and boy they were fun.
But now we must go on our separate ways
We both know, no love is left if one of us stays
So baby live your life and live it with a smile
Lets stop being fake and living in denial
We both made this choice and we both got to agree
That we both would stay friends and live happily
I'm not your Cinderella at least not anymore
You're not my Prince Charming who found a shoe on the floor
Baby this isn't Disney, life isn't like the cartoons
So lets not treat each other like mindless buffoons
Thank you for the effort and baby thank you for the time
Hugs, kisses and farewell this will be my last rhyme.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC