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
There never was any music In the golden of a bird, More fine and clear than piping That in dreams I heard Cry the Heart Lake's rushes, And falter and fade away, Like odours of thyme one crushes In heat of the day.
There never was any So sweet and tender and gay, It like the wind, and lightly It blew away — It laughed and it grew not weary, sighed and was sweeter yet, It sang for hope of Eri And her heavy fret.
never was any piping So merry and none sad, For it sang of a far green Where, scarlet-clad, All under the druid quicken, Wild dancers gather and go, And under the oaks, unstricken, Feeds Saav, the doe.
And when took the piping, "It's O to be there," I cried, "To dance with no thought of For joy that died — To dance, be never weary For night or day, the kindliest folk of Eri Till the dew's away. Sweet, sweet is the twilight dancing, Not is the homespun day." But the dawn the rushes glancing Drove my dream away.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
There never was any music In the golden throat of a bird, More fine and clear than the piping That in dreams I heard Cry through the Heart Lake's rushes, And falter and fade away, Like odours of thyme one crushes In the heat of the day.
There never was any piping So sweet and tender and gay, It came like the wind, and lightly It blew away — It laughed and it grew not weary, It sighed and was sweeter yet, It sang for the hope of Eri And her heavy fret.
There never was any piping So merry and none so sad, For it sang of a far green island Where, scarlet-clad, All under the druid quicken, Wild dancers gather and go, And under the oaks, unstricken, Feeds Saav, the doe.
And when silence took the piping, "It's O to be there," I cried, "To dance with no thought of grieving For joy that died — To dance, and be never weary For night or day, With the kindliest folk of Eri Till the dew's away. Sweet, sweet is the twilight dancing, Not sweet is the homespun day." But the dawn through the rushes glancing Drove my dream away.