A cloze game is a reading comprehension activity where certain words are removed from a text and you need to fill in the blanks with the correct words. This helps improve vocabulary, reading comprehension, and understanding of context.
Type In Mode
In this mode, you can:
Type your answers directly into the blank spaces
Get instant feedback as you type - correct answers show green, incorrect show red
Use the keyboard for faster input and navigation
Submit answers to check your overall progress
Drag & Drop Mode
Switch to Drag & Drop mode to:
Drag words from the word bank and drop them into blank spaces
Click on words in the bank to automatically fill blanks
Click on blanks to select or clear them
Game Features
Word Skip Selector: Choose how frequently words are removed (every 4th, 5th, 6th word, etc.)
Progress Bar: Shows your completion percentage
Color Feedback: Green for correct answers, red for incorrect ones
Audio Player: Listen to the musical arrangement while you play
Show Missing Words: View all the correct answers if you need help
Reset Game: Start over with the same poem
New Game: Get a different random poem
Print Poem: Print the poem with blanks for offline practice
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly, you'll see a congratulations message and confetti animation! The progress bar will show 100% completion.
Tips
Read the entire poem first to understand the context
Look for grammatical clues (verb tense, articles, etc.)
Use the audio player to hear the rhythm and flow
Start with easier word skip settings (like every 8th word) and work your way up
Don't be afraid to use "Show Missing Words" if you get stuck!
Try both Type In and Drag & Drop modes to see which you prefer
Missing Words
Little think'st thou, poore flower, Whom I have watch'd or seaven dayes, And seene thy birth, and seene every houre Gave to thy growth, thee to this to raise, And now dost laugh and triumph on bough, Little think'st thou That it will freeze anon, and that I shall To morrow finde thee falne, not at all.
Little think'st thou poore heart That labour'st yet to nestle thee, And think'st by hovering to get a part In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hop'st her stiffenesse by long siege to bow: think'st thou, That thou to morrow, ere that Sunne wake, Must with this Sunne, and mee a take.
But thou which lov'st to bee Subtile to thy selfe, wilt say, Alas, if you must goe, what's that to mee? Here lyes my businesse, and here will stay: You goe to friends, whose love meanes present Various content To your eyes, eares, and tongue, and every part. If then your body goe, what you a heart?
Well then, stay here; but know, When thou hast stayd and done thy most; A thinking heart, that makes no show, Is to a woman, but a kinde of Ghost; How shall shee know heart; or having none, Know thee for one? may make her know some other part, But take word, shee doth not know a Heart.
Meet mee London, then, Twenty dayes hence, and thou shalt see fresher, and more fat, by being with men, if I had staid still with her and thee. Gods sake, if you can, be you so too: would give you There, to another friend, whom wee finde As glad to have my body, as my minde.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
Little think'st thou, poore flower, Whom I have watch'd sixe or seaven dayes, And seene thy birth, and seene what every houre Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough, Little think'st thou That it will freeze anon, and that I shall To morrow finde thee falne, or not at all.
Little think'st thou poore heart That labour'st yet to nestle thee, And think'st by hovering here to get a part In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hop'st her stiffenesse by long siege to bow: Little think'st thou, That thou to morrow, ere that Sunne doth wake, Must with this Sunne, and mee a journey take.
But thou which lov'st to bee Subtile to plague thy selfe, wilt say, Alas, if you must goe, what's that to mee? Here lyes my businesse, and here I will stay: You goe to friends, whose love and meanes present Various content To your eyes, eares, and tongue, and every part. If then your body goe, what need you a heart?
Well then, stay here; but know, When thou hast stayd and done thy most; A naked thinking heart, that makes no show, Is to a woman, but a kinde of Ghost; How shall shee know my heart; or having none, Know thee for one? Practise may make her know some other part, But take my word, shee doth not know a Heart.
Meet mee at London, then, Twenty dayes hence, and thou shalt see Mee fresher, and more fat, by being with men, Then if I had staid still with her and thee. For Gods sake, if you can, be you so too: I would give you There, to another friend, whom wee shall finde As glad to have my body, as my minde.