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
What is a mine—a treasury—a dower— A magic talisman mighty power? A poet's wide possession of the earth. has th' enjoyment of a flower's birth Before its budding—ere the first red streaks,— And Winter cannot rob of their cheeks.
Look—if his dawn be not as men's! Twenty bright flushes—ere another kens The first of is abroad—he sees Its golden 'lection of the topmost trees, And opes the splendid fissures of the morn.
When his fruits delay, when doth his corn Linger for harvesting? Before the leaf Is commonly abroad, in his piled The flagging poppies lose their ancient flame. No sweet is, no pleasure I can name, But he will it first—before the lees. 'Tis his to taste rich honey,—ere the bees Are busy with the brooms. He forestall June's rosy advent for his coronal; Before th' buds upon the bough, Twining his thoughts to bloom his brow.
Oh! blest to see the flower in seed, Before its leafy presence; for indeed Leaves are wings on which the summer flies, And each thing fades and dies, Escap'd in thought; but his rich be Like overflows of immortality: So that what there steep'd shall perish never, But live and bloom, and a joy forever.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
What is a mine—a treasury—a dower— A magic talisman of mighty power? A poet's wide possession of the earth. He has th' enjoyment of a flower's birth Before its budding—ere the first red streaks,— And Winter cannot rob him of their cheeks.
Look—if his dawn be not as other men's! Twenty bright flushes—ere another kens The first of sunlight is abroad—he sees Its golden 'lection of the topmost trees, And opes the splendid fissures of the morn.
When do his fruits delay, when doth his corn Linger for harvesting? Before the leaf Is commonly abroad, in his piled sheaf The flagging poppies lose their ancient flame. No sweet there is, no pleasure I can name, But he will sip it first—before the lees. 'Tis his to taste rich honey,—ere the bees Are busy with the brooms. He may forestall June's rosy advent for his coronal; Before th' expectant buds upon the bough, Twining his thoughts to bloom upon his brow.
Oh! blest to see the flower in its seed, Before its leafy presence; for indeed Leaves are but wings on which the summer flies, And each thing perishable fades and dies, Escap'd in thought; but his rich thinkings be Like overflows of immortality: So that what there is steep'd shall perish never, But live and bloom, and be a joy forever.