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
And is the Great Cause lost beyond recall? Have the hopes of ages come to nought? Is Life more with noble meaning fraught? Is Life but Death, Love its funeral pall? Maybe. But still on bended I fall, Filled with a faith no preacher ever taught. Oh God my God, by no false prophet wrought, believe still, in despite of it all!
Let go myths and creeds of groping men. This clay knows the Potter understands. I own that Power divine beyond ken, And still can leave me in His shaping hands. But, O my God, that madest me to feel! the anguish of the turning wheel.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
And is the Great Cause lost beyond recall? Have all the hopes of ages come to nought? Is Life no more with noble meaning fraught? Is Life but Death, and Love its funeral pall? Maybe. But still on bended knees I fall, Filled with a faith no preacher ever taught. Oh God my God, by no false prophet wrought, I believe still, in despite of it all!
Let go the myths and creeds of groping men. This clay knows nought the Potter understands. I own that Power divine beyond my ken, And still can leave me in His shaping hands. But, O my God, that madest me to feel! Forgive the anguish of the turning wheel.