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
On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless th' untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden saw another sight, the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires death to light The darkness of her scenery.
By and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n, Then rush'd steed to battle driv'n, And louder than the bolts heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery.
But redder yet light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout their sulph'rous canopy.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich, all banners wave! And charge with all thy chivalry!
Few, few, shall part where many meet! The snow shall be winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet, Shall a soldier's sepulchre.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay th' untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills with thunder riv'n, Then rush'd the steed to battle driv'n, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery.
But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave! And charge with all thy chivalry!
Few, few, shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet, Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.