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
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, the unshadowed main,— The venturous bark that flings the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed,— irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Year after beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year’s for the new, Stole with soft step its shining through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Thanks for heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—
thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,— The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed,— Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year’s dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!