(Line 1) (Emotion) is (color)

(Line 2) What does the emotion taste like?

(Line 3) What does the emotion smell like?

(Line 4) What does the emotion feel like?

(Line 5) What does the emotion sound like?

(Line 6) What does the emotion look like?

(Line 7) (Emotion) is _____________(include a metaphor)

Frustration is brown.

It tastes like burnt oatmeal

and smells like the pages between an ancient book.

It feels like choking and gasping for air in a smoke-filled room

and sounds like the drone of locusts on a summer’s day.

It looks like the fingernail dents in the palm of my hand.

Frustration is an empty well at the edge of a desert.

 

Tastes like an extra spicy chili 

The smell is like blood splattered against the wall 

It feels like having a weapon in your hand 

And sounds like fire crackling 

Anger looks like the devil 

Anger is like hot water boiling in your head 

 tastes like spicy chilli  

It  smells like blood splatterd on a wall 

Anger feels like a gun in your hand  

and sounds like fire crackers 

Anger looks like the devil  

Anger is like boiling water in your head.  

Happiness is yellow/orange 

It tastes like a good cake on your birthday 

It smells like a flower field  

It feels like the warm sun shining on you  

It sounds like a joyful song and waves hitting the beach 

It looks like a big smile from a stranger 

Happiness is the formula to a happy life. 

It tastes like soaked bread

It feels like waking up Monday morning

And sounds like Styrofoam rubbing on a window

It looks like the end of the world with pollution and world crisis

Sadness is a 
dark cloud following you

It tastes like bittersweet citrus 

And smells like an old cheese that’s been in the refrigerator for way to long 

It feels like you’re sinking to the ground and that you need to vomit 

And sounds like the alarm early on a Monday morning 

It looks like a withered flower a late autumn day 

Jealousy is a shark seeking its supper 

Sadness is grey like clouds prior to a storm. 

It tastes like raw potatoes without any condiments 

And smells like raindrops on the asphalt. 

It feels like being brutally stabbed in the stomach,  

it sounds like a broken tornado siren, 

And looks like a stone, small enough to be held in your hand, but still quite heavy to keep. 

Sadness is a serial killer wearing plain, uninteresting clothes. 

 

 

 

It tastes like bittersweetness. 

and smells like the scent of new perfume.

It feels like heaven and hell

and sounds like birds on a wire in the beginning of summer break.

It looks like students in math class.

Love is an unsolvable puzzle.

 

Brown tastes like bland food that comes from an already made packet of food reheated. 

 

Brown smells just like a cozy house far away from civilization  

 

Brown feels just like getting home from a long day at work and dropping down on the sofa with food and tv 

 

Brown sounds just like birds chirping early in the morning 

 

Brown looks like a house standing alone in grass and acres as far as the eye can

It tastes like your favorite childhood candy

It smells like when you first enter your grandma’s house

It feels like pure joy, innocence and melancholy

It sounds like breaking out in laughter with your sibling, who you used to be best friends with

It looks like huge toy stores colorful candy bags

Nostalgia is a warm hug from the past.

Shame taste like bitter beef  

Shame smells like rotten eggs  

Shame feels like a rainy cloud above your head 

Shame sounds like people screaming in your head 

Shame looks like a empty prison 

Shame is the promotion of fools 

 

It tastes like gum you have chewed on for too long

and smells like dust in the corner of your room. 

It feels like a cold blanket 

and sounds like old people talking about old news.

It looks like out washed denim jeans. 

Boredom is a blackboard with no chalk.

Tastes like bitter beef 

Smells like a rotten egg 

It feels like a rainy cloud is over you 

It sounds like people screaming in your head 

It looks like a ashamed teddy bear 

Shame is like a promotion of fools 

It tastes like old water, that’s been sitting on your bedside table for days. 

And smells like a room filled with toxic smoke. 

It feels heavy, like someone is constantly forcing you to carry weights. 

And sounds like chalk being dragged across a board. 

It looks like a broken object, like a broken plate or glass. 

Annoyance is the wait for summer to arrive.