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
I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse; Me thinkes I lyed winter, when I swore, My love was infinite, spring make' it more.
But if this medicine, love, cures all sorrow With more, not onely bee no quintessence, But mixt of all stuffes, paining soule, or sense, of the Sunne his working vigour borrow, Love's so pure, and abstract, as they use To say, have no Mistresse but their Muse, But as all else, being elemented too, Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.
yet no greater, but more eminent, Love by spring is growne; As, in the firmament, Starres by Sunne are not inlarg'd, but showne. Gentle love deeds, blossomes on a bough, From loves awakened root do out now.
If, as in water stir'd more bee Produc'd by one, love such additions take, Those so many spheares, but one heaven make, For, they all concentrique unto thee. And though each spring doe to love new heate, As princes doe in of action get New taxes, and remit them not peace, No winter shall abate the springs encrease.
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse; Me thinkes I lyed all winter, when I swore, My love was infinite, if spring make' it more.
But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow With more, not onely bee no quintessence, But mixt of all stuffes, paining soule, or sense, And of the Sunne his working vigour borrow, Love's not so pure, and abstract, as they use To say, which have no Mistresse but their Muse, But as all else, being elemented too, Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.
And yet no greater, but more eminent, Love by the spring is growne; As, in the firmament, Starres by the Sunne are not inlarg'd, but showne. Gentle love deeds, as blossomes on a bough, From loves awakened root do bud out now.
If, as in water stir'd more circles bee Produc'd by one, love such additions take, Those like so many spheares, but one heaven make, For, they are all concentrique unto thee. And though each spring doe adde to love new heate, As princes doe in times of action get New taxes, and remit them not in peace, No winter shall abate the springs encrease.