Empty Barrels

They say that empty barrels

Make the loudest noise.

It’s often those who’ve lost their voice

Most desperate to shout.

You can not buy the silence

Of those who will not speak

Hear their silent screaming

Their rising fit of pique.

Hear the barrels jarring

Down the bumpy road

If you don’t hear them complaining

Just wait till they implode.

It’s not the silken voices

That strike the loudest notes

A noise will pierce the silence

The quiet ones in revolt.

It’s so hard to reason

With those who will not speak

It’s hard to turn a barrel round

That’s rolling down the street.

From my new collection on Wattpad- Male, Pale and Stale

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2 thoughts on “Empty Barrels

  1. This really spoke to me. What an interesting metaphor. I especially liked these lines,
    “They say that empty barrels
    Make the loudest noise.
    It’s often those who’ve lost their voice
    Most desperate to shout.”

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  2. i will surely revisit this poem as your words resonate with a few things i have been reading in the past few weeks. we have a similar saying in Malaysia, where i come from about the empty barrels but it refers to those with limited or lack of knowledge. so it was interesting that you allude it to those who have lost their voice. a very reflective poem for me.thank you for sharing at the cafe!

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