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
They sent you in to say farewell to me, No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes shine with tears. Sappho, you saw the sun Just when you came hither; and again, When you have me, all the shimmering Great meadows will laugh lightly, the sun Put round about you warm invisible arms might a lover, decking you with light. I go darkness though I lie so still. If I could the sun, I should look up And drink the until my eyes were blind; I should kneel down kiss the blades of grass, And I should call birds with such a voice, With such a longing, and keen, That they would fly to me and the breast Bear evermore to tree-tops and to fields kiss I gave them.
Sappho, tell me this, I not sometimes fair? My eyes, my mouth, My that loved the wind, were they not worth The of love upon them? Yet he passed, And he pass to-night when all the air Is blue with twilight; but I shall not see. I shall have gone forever. Hold my hands, Hold fast, that Death may never between; Swear by the gods you will not let go; Make songs for Death as you would sing Love— But you will not assuage him. He alone all the gods will take no gifts from men. am afraid, afraid. Sappho, lean down. Last night fever gave a dream to me, It takes my and gives me only a dream. I thought I him stand, the man I love, Here in my chamber, with his eyes Fixed on me as I entered, while he drew Silently toward me—he who night by Goes by my door without a thought of me— me and put his hand behind my head, And toward me, kissed me on the mouth. That was little dream for Death to give, Too short to the whole of life for, yet I woke with made quiet by a kiss.
The dream is worth dying. Do not smile So sadly on me with shining eyes, You who can set your sorrow to song And ease your hurt by singing. But to My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind stinging over me and bears away. I have no what place the grains may fall, Nor of my songs, if Time shall blow them back, As land-wind breaks lines of dying foam Along the bright wet beaches, The flakes once more against the laboring sea, Into oblivion. What do I care To please Apollo since Love not hear? Your words will live forever, men will "She was the perfect lover"—I shall die, I loved much to live. Go Sappho, go— I hate your that beat so full of life, Go, lest my hurt you. I shall die, But you will live love and love again. He might have loved some spring than this; I should have kept my life—I it go. He would not love me now though bound Her girdle round me. I am Death's, not Love's. Go from me, Sappho, back to find the sun.
am alone, alone. O Cyprian…
Congratulations! You got all the answers correct!
They sent you in to say farewell to me, No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes That shine with tears. Sappho, you saw the sun Just now when you came hither; and again, When you have left me, all the shimmering Great meadows will laugh lightly, and the sun Put round about you warm invisible arms As might a lover, decking you with light. I go toward darkness though I lie so still. If I could see the sun, I should look up And drink the light until my eyes were blind; I should kneel down and kiss the blades of grass, And I should call the birds with such a voice, With such a longing, tremulous and keen, That they would fly to me and on the breast Bear evermore to tree-tops and to fields The kiss I gave them.
Sappho, tell me this, Was I not sometimes fair? My eyes, my mouth, My hair that loved the wind, were they not worth The breath of love upon them? Yet he passed, And he will pass to-night when all the air Is blue with twilight; but I shall not see. I shall have gone forever. Hold my hands, Hold fast, that Death may never come between; Swear by the gods you will not let me go; Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love— But you will not assuage him. He alone Of all the gods will take no gifts from men. I am afraid, afraid. Sappho, lean down. Last night the fever gave a dream to me, It takes my life and gives me only a dream. I thought I saw him stand, the man I love, Here in my quiet chamber, with his eyes Fixed on me as I entered, while he drew Silently toward me—he who night by night Goes by my door without a thought of me— Neared me and put his hand behind my head, And leaning toward me, kissed me on the mouth. That was a little dream for Death to give, Too short to take the whole of life for, yet I woke with lips made quiet by a kiss.
The dream is worth the dying. Do not smile So sadly on me with your shining eyes, You who can set your sorrow to a song And ease your hurt by singing. But to me My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind Drives stinging over me and bears away. I have no care what place the grains may fall, Nor of my songs, if Time shall blow them back, As land-wind breaks the lines of dying foam Along the bright wet beaches, scattering The flakes once more against the laboring sea, Into oblivion. What do I care To please Apollo since Love does not hear? Your words will live forever, men will say "She was the perfect lover"—I shall die, I loved too much to live. Go Sappho, go— I hate your hands that beat so full of life, Go, lest my hatred hurt you. I shall die, But you will live to love and love again. He might have loved some other spring than this; I should have kept my life—I let it go. He would not love me now though Cypris bound Her girdle round me. I am Death's, not Love's. Go from me, Sappho, back to find the sun.