It feels like the oohhs and aahhs you get and then the daps and compliments after you finish spitting a flow you made up the previous day. Poetry is the alternate rap style. Poetry smells like the steak my mother makes for dinner with all the seasonings and toppings I like. Poetry feels like a Jim Dandy ice cream from Friendly's with all the topping in the world going lavishly down the back of my throat. Poetry looks like a mysterious woman waiting for the A train.
Poetry smells like the aroma of a different country.
Poetry tastes like the sip of a beverage when you are blindfolded. Poetry feels like the anticipation of the end of a good novel. Poetry looks like something smooth guiding a boat through smooth waves. Poetry tastes like a peach smooth and sweet. It makes you wonder what is coming next.